Its hard to be sad when you're happy. But your thoughts are intruding my mind. I was fine. All smiles, no trials. Then I got you're call. You say I'm a good friend. You can talk to me about bitches. You can rant and rave to me and I'll still be here and answer your call. I talk to you when you're tweeking, I talk to you when your sad. I talk to you when your fine, I talk to you when you're mad. But why must you insist on giving me your negativity. Your thoughts are intruding my mind. Remember that time, 4/20 it was. Do you remember what you told me?1
I remember the words exactly. "Ah, you'd make such a good girlfriend. I don't know why, nobody wants you."2
I cried. Time two from you. The first, it hurt, but that time I don't care. That was retrabution for a hurt I caused and I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You really don't know how much you mean to me. You can't possible see, how much you mean to me. Friend number two who will help see me through my ups and my downs. True friend number two.3
Don't make me sad. I don't want to cry. Take these thoughts back out my mind.
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