The more I see you,
The more I want to cry. 
I don't like who you are becoming..
You are not the person who I wish
You where but we all gotta see
People we don't like sometimes. 
I ask myself "Who are you?" 
It's almost like I have no clue
Who you are anymore.
We used to be best buddies but
Your slowly fading away each day. 
"What have you become?
What will you make of yourself?" 
Only time will tell how everything Play out in the future. 
I just wish you didn't leave me all alone most days...
I have known you since birth but
You have become very strange and
Not there for a few years now. 
You rolled down your sleeves for the
First time in a few years.
Scars cover your arms with a few 
Fresh new cuts as well.
Some girl said they where nasty. 
I rolled down the sleeve and told you to stop doing it and talk to me. 
"I wish I could stop calling "you" like your another person but "you" is really me.." I whisper to myself.