envious silver
an aspiring writer π
envious silver
an aspiring writer π
an aspiring writer π
an aspiring writer π
Once upon a time, not so long ago, We were one β the best of friends. I guess what they say is true: The Devil was once an angel.
I wish I knew what happened to us; I wish I knew why you turned me away. Most of all, I wish I knew why you lied To make me a villain and you a victim.
It has been years since you last call me a friend; It has been years since I spoke to the person I call a friend. I want to ask: Are you happy? The old you would have broken down into tears.
The thing that hurts most of all Is that I still consider you a friend. I know that you probably do not think the same But I cannot help but cling on to hope.
Because even with all the tears I shed over you, I know I would forgive you if you just ask. Because in the end, I still believe That we will be friends... forever.
I guess I am not ready to say goodbye.
They ask me: Why are you so cynical? Why are you so heartless?
And I tell them
When I was six, I gave My trust My heart To my family. Because blood is thicker than water.
But they Mocked my trust Tore my heart Till it bled.
Then, when I was thirteen, I gave My trust My heart To my friends. Because even though water is thinner than blood, Water is solid when it gets cold.
But they Betrayed my trust Crushed my heart Till there was nothing.
So: Fool me once, Shame on you. Fool me twice, Shame on me. I will not be fooled thrice.
I donβt remember when it first began Perhaps it was when I first wanted to Please my parents and live up to their dreams Of what they wanted me to be: A doctor, a lawyer, or a CEO.
But I think it all started When I first wanted to catch your attention And live up to your dreams Of what you wanted me to be: Beautiful, popular, and wealthy.
I wish that I had not been so blind To all those signs we were not meant to be. You tell me I got what I deserved And that I will never measure up. Baby, you know I donβt like lies.
I mourn for all the time I lost Trying to get into your world. I mourn for all the friends I drove away Tricking myself into believing They cannot be part of our world.
But I shall not grieve for long For I cannot turn time back. I can only move on from my past mistake. They say that for every end, There is always a new beginning.
I know it will hurt to say goodbye, But for the first time in a long while, I can breathe the sweet taste of freedom. So I must bid you a farewell For I will not be bound by your chains anymore.