Bleeder.

An open wound, thats bleeding steadily and violently,
And you’re trying to pretend that you don’t care.
Almost like I’m supposed to believe your front, and do away with reason.
And by the way, you’re a horrible liar, I can see it on your face.

How are we doing this to each other?
Have we forgotten everything?
How is it that someone I used to love, I hate and hates me?
Hate is a strong word, but as delicate as we are, what isn’t?

My blood runs thick at a hint of your presence.
Merely the hope of an offchance that we’ll both grow up.
Maybe I’m wrong for believing we could still be friends.
Mostly, I’m wrong for everything as it is, so what do I have to lose?

Don’t you miss the way we were before the fall?
Deep down, I miss my best friend, and I miss my comfort.
Deep down, I miss all of our good times, that have grinded to a halt.
Deep down, I miss you.