Call me clueless,
cuz that's how I feel.
I just don't quite get it,
We used to be old friends,
not a care in the world.
But maybe I missed something, I've heard people go their separate ways,
But I don't think thats the case.
I think he just tries to get to me
and the sad part is........
HE DOES
Sometimes I can't stand him
His moody ways, don't give a crap attitude,
or even his lack of remorse.
Yet somehow I catch myself wondering about him
I want to get to now him,
the REAL him,
But I'm scared of what I might find.
I wish it could be like old times,
When we were friends,
I was his and he was mine