Clock hits twelve, shut the book, turn off the lamp,
wait for sleep to take me and a shiver runs down my back.
It's gonna be a long night I sigh, turn,
and try to close my eyes.
Yet somewhere lying deep inside my mind,
are all your false and faulty lies.
I should have brought my sleep meds,
they put me down and keep me out.
But instead I lie in silent whispers,
that make me cringe in doubt,
thinking of the lies you told,
and fearing for my soul.
'I can't see past you as a friend',
it's a load of bullshit,
and I know,
that every time we kissed, meeting me halfway, spending one-hundred and some dollars on me, the arrowhead, and bambi, finding my house without help, Axelles on New Years, the spic, and the stars, our hands always linked, meeting Lizz, and the movies.
During all those times and more,
was I only just a friend?
Because experiance tells me,
that friends dont kiss,
or act the way you did.
Yes you made me happy,
that a no brainer,
and I know that i was a pawn,
and even being used in your game,
I had joy.
What did you gain?
And in the end I'm not the one to blame,
I fell for you in two years time,
your the one who led me leash and line,
to an undeniable pain.
These are the thoughts that take me to dreams, and in your arms,
where you'll say the things i want to hear,
and won't come to any harm.