I am done with trying to please everyone. I am done with living this lie. I am done with this painful smile, always trying to make everything seem fine. deep deep down, only you seem to know what is going on. the spoken words ignored once more. you beg me to make it the last, but I just don't know how to. I can't help but wonder, what would it be like without him? would I be better off with someone else... maybe somebody like you? maybe we will never know, but that doesn't mean I don't love you, my (best) friend.