shock and awe.

i don't know what's worse - that you hurt me or that you didn't do it by accident.

you weren't the friend i thought you were.



where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
somewhere along in the bitterness
and I would have stayed up with you all night
had I known how to save a life

and maybe in five or ten we'll meet again
and straighten this whole thing out,
maybe when honesty need not be feared
in the twilight of you and me,
and this is your distance,
this is my game face
and there's really no way to reach me
because I'm already gone.

but what's mine is still yours to give or take,
what's mine is yours to make your own.

and what's sick is that I'll always love you.