I already know what’ll happen–
you’ll tell me it’s my fault you’ll say I only have myself to blame.
Honestly, I think you’re crazy-
I never said I longed for him-
I never ever spoke his name.
It’s always been about what you wanted-
not some harrowing sermon-
risen from inside my soul.
I always told you’re the truth-
I always lifted you up-
ever knowing it’d take its toll.
Now how can I call you friend?