ratopiangirl

Why talk about me behind my back? Saying those things was worse than a slap I learned about it second-hand from a friend Who I guess turned out better than you in the end I went to your house, I told you my fears It was the first time I cried in a whole six years But you didn't care and averted your eyes And that was when friendship turned to despise I built you a gravestone, your name on the side This is where I bury our friendship that died I made sure it's pretty like the art we created Like us it's detailed and so complicated I have drawings here that you've given me They sit in a corner waiting patiently I want to keep them