Why, No More
Written 8/18/99
Why do you hate,
our friendship use to be great.
I tried my best to help you,
there was nothing I wouldn't do.
Yet you no longer want me as a friend,
it's over you said, things must come to an end.
But I don't understand why,
did you smoke some bad stuff, and get high.
I never did anything to hurt you,
I never lied, I was always true.
When you needed help, I had other things to do, but I still gave you
my time,
and you thank me by treating me like I've committed a crime.
I'd like you to tell me what you think I did wrong,
but to answer that question, you aren't strong.
All you could manage was a "Because I said so",
which gave you the right to toss me aside like a dirty garden hoe.
I realize now, that you used me,
and now I can see.
That you don't deserve my time,
that you aren't even worth a dime.
And now I no longer care why you hate,
because even if you wanted to be friends again, it's too late.