The words felt like a straight punch to the gut.
Reopening of an age old cut.
So give up on trying to pretend,
tell me, what do you know about being a friend?
Not much.
So much time spent feeling wrong,
only to find I saw clearer than they all thought.
These ties are broken, and I won’t mend.
Tell me, what can you say in your defense?
The second chances fly out the window as we drive all night.
And yeah, I did say I was wrong. but that doesn’t mean you were right.