he wanted her
drove for her, sought her
lived for her
but she had different plans
she closed the door
painfully gently
upon his stone-hard
(face)
as she uttered
the six letters
he dreaded hearing most
-friend-
all or nothing
he decided
if she didn't want him
he'd turn the other cheek
spread all his dignity thin
a crumbling facade
covering his shattered heart
we all saw what
he thought hidden-
(be glad that's not you)...
call her names
it's good for you
let it soothe you
while you keep your distance
we're all here to help
what? you need no help?
you're doing fine? ok.
take your time within
-yourself-
while we move on
with our own lives
shell up, let no one help
be glad you're
who you are...
i have a problem
i'll ask my friend
he'll know what to do
he suffered once
like i suffer now.....
his words are helping
i'm doing better
this name-calling
helps so much
thank you man
you're my best friend
but what are you doing
with Her?
i thought you were
trying to help me
not trying to help yourself
you love her?
well, i understand
i'll let this one slide
you mean too much for
me to let a girl
get in the way
even if she did
break my heart
just let me ask
that you not let
your feelings for her
affect our friendship
i'd hate for you
to be the guy
who ruins friendship
for a girl
you're not him?
good
thanks - i love you man
what?
what did i say?
bitch??
her???
yeah - i was calling names
it helps me...
it helped you too
remember?
this is different?
how?
it's a person either way
and she had feelings too
(still does)
what did you call her?
no, it does matter!
you hate me?
why?
i see...
well then i should
hate you too
no?
aren't you the man
who stabbed me
through my back
and served my heart
to your girl
on a silver plate?
you're not him?
then tell me this-
who are you?