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I just really don't understand why "friends" feel like they can't talk to me. I don't understand why they can't be real about what's going on in their lives. Friendships that I have established over the past few years have been very unlike this one. How can this friendship go from 0 to 60 back to 0. What kind of engine is in this thing?

Just say you've been lacking as my friend because you've put yourself back in a situation you swore you never wanted to encounter again.



I could confess that you're not enough
And that with others you must share
But when I reach for you at night
I know you wouldn't be there

I could reveal all my faults to you
The darkest corners of my heart
But would you praise me for my honesty
Or would you depart?

I don't know where I should be
This game we play is killing me
She's all that I could dream
But she tears me apart

She wants me to fill her needs
She begs for authenticity
You don't want truth from me
You just want what you want

If you could see into the future, love
And all the hell we have in store
Would you agree to sail with me?
Or just remain on the shore?

You ask me for the whole truth
But for that you're not prepared
Refuse to be your enemy
Your fantasies I will spare

: As the good friend that I am....I guess all I can say is Good Luck....again ::

N*