Written at a time when I realized that if you wanted an expected outcome, you can tell your story anyway you want it. It was at a time, when my friends were going through transitions in their lives and made it feel like losing them was on me.
I don’t know why friends sometimes and go
I don’t know why some say they will be there, but only a handful of them actually stick it out
This isn’t meant to call anyone out, but to make an observation I wish I never had to make
It’s hard when your hurting and feeling all alone, and it seems like everyone has left
Feels kind of strange to try to frame the ones you thought were friends
Some people accept it, and think that’s just the way it is
Some people leave you without saying a goodbye, but I’ll be okay didn’t need that anyways
Some people tried to make it feel like you left them, when it was the other way around
Depends on how you present it, the way you portray the friend that once was your best
I don’t write these things to gossip, but to try to relate to others in the same position
I don’t write my feelings down because I like reading my own thoughts
I believe a friend takes two people to make it work, and if only one is present it won’t work
Depends on how you see me, but in the end I will be better off if I care only about my God
Trying to make sense of this awful tragedy, makes you feel worse but I got to get it out
Depends on the way you phrase things, because your words are powerful
Depends on the relationship before the bridge was burned, before you could cross it