I’m tired of being your friend only at times, if you really want me say it out loud, ALL THE TIME. And take them with you, cause I know they’ll be back, equal as you, cause I’m a true friend, the one in wich you can always trust.
I’m tired of being sorry when I tell you I’m mad. You shut me up with words I can’t decode, making me feel I’m the one who is wrong.
I regret of trust you and tell you almost all my dirty secrets, I thought you were really different. I regret of being sad for having my own feelings.
So this is me, I hope you understand. So this is me, not a FAKE.