You promised to show up.
You even shake my hand.
But you never came.
Am I suppose to understand?
I’m sick of your promises.
That you never ever keep.
Don’t you see? It hurts.
I can hardly go to sleep.
Unbelieveable you are.
Your brain must be stucked.
You’re suppose to be my friend.
But your words are fucked.
If you can look me in the eye.
And even then you lie to me.
Is this how you treat friends?
This is not the way it should be.
So no more promises from your lips.
Before you know you can keep them.
I’m sick of dissappointments.
I’m afraid to get hurt over again.
I want this friendship to work.
But I need to be able to trust.
And you make that impossible.
Among friends, trust is a must.
I don’t want your bad exuses.
I’ve heard them all before.
I just want you as a friend.
And please, no encore.
You promised to show up.
You even shake my hand.
But you never came.
Am I suppose to understand?
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