Sometimes I lay awake at night.

Hoping the someday we could be real.

Binded together like lavender and teal.

Be mentioned by people I don't know.

Wearing to dates; tuxes and dresses with pretty bows.

But instead, you're with her, the devil herself.

She hides you from the world, controling you with 1 single word.

It makes my stomach curd.

She deny's us friendship, and now we never talk.

It's like she's a key, and you're a lock.

Creating four walls, barracating you and her inside.

She does it with great pride.

But long story short, I want my bestfriend back.

Becasuse we are a true pack.

We used to have each others back.

She's like your kryptonite, and i'm your medic.

You make a wrong move and she takes you away.

I pray, that one day,

You see how truly ugly she is, and walk away. 

But you know, this is reality.

And reality sucks.