Brutally Honest

Same Old Story

Here I am...

Drowning in all words I want to say,

Lying on the cold floor...

And you are there,

Perfectly fine

I remember you told me,

All girls in our high school are the same,

Because your best friends always got hurt

The girl left them...

And I said,

"No it's not. I am not like that."

I was not

and

I am not

But he, your best friend was

And

You are now...

-Peny Adreanty