• Why do I always see a smiling face,
    Then I turn around and hear the whispers.
    Why do I hear that I am such a good friend,
    yet when Im not there im trash.
    You say you care for me, But you always lie,
    And when I demand the truth your worried about my fellings.
    I have no idea why I hang around.
    Maybe its becouse I can see the good in you,
    But I find us slowly drifting apart.
    I know with time that things and people change.
    Just know that the truth hurts alot less than a lie,
    And if you realy cared about me, you would be honest instead of a lier.