I don’t get how you can feel sad that no one is there for you when I’m always there for you. I give you a million opportunities, yet you fail to realize my efforts. I will stop trying; I’m tired of offering up my valuable time to do something when you’re just gonna go be a dormant piece of shit.
There’s something lonesome about you.
Every now and then, I think to myself…I have few friends who I can depend on. They’ve all left for better things, or just aren’t around anymore. But my love for them is eternal and I wish they knew that. At the end of the day, it’s always you crossing my mind.