It makes me sick to see how we've both changed. You talk to all these next chicks and some of my own mains. One seems to care about you more. One's basically out of my life. One's just there to talk to, because she's being nice. I guess I've had a change of heart. Now knowing what we had. I can see every difference. And through my judgment, I was wrong. By reading these past few lines, I can't help by feeling so damn hurt. Would things be like this? If we were still had each other? Would I still be in your life one way or another? I tried so hard to be your friend. Get it through your head, girls talk. She told me you were fronting, with every conversation we had. I thought we'd actually be okay, with every attempt I tried. But I guess I didn't try hard enough because you don’t seem to mind. I'm a poetic mess. I'm someone trying not to fake a smile. But, I guess that's real, every once and a while. I guess all I'm trying to say, change hurts, with a daily reminder. I thought I had a chance to make things right. But then again; I guess I thought wrong.
I don't want to make you feel bad. I just wanna let you know, life's not easy for me. Not even a bit. When I said she says you were fronting; don't take that the wrong way. I never tried to force it. Or try to make it akward. I thought what I was doing would make things better. Why couldn't tell me straight up? Just knowing you're fine with out me kills. Even though it was my choice, I just can't cope. I've had a change of heart. But there's a feeling that I can't help but feel. The feeling that I'm to little to late.