You wonder why I stopped needing you...
Maybe it was because I begun to feel like a eye and earsore...
Like a bug you couldn't get rid of...
You forgot the words you spoke to me...
"What do you need to see her for now?" Your tone was like an approaching tempest... I could feel the annoyance after each word... Times when i'd visit and you'd always be preoccupied by your favourite gadget... So consumed that at times you wouldn't hear what i'd say so i'd have to repeat myself. Or when we walked on the street you asked "Who's that infront of us?" Were you ashamed or afraid to be seen with me? Funny cause we're family... Or how you liked other peoples pictures but my posts you scroll past, did you like my novel, do you know the title, did you share or tell people about it? Or even leave a comment or critic it? I guess not... You couldn't see how I wanted you to be a part of it, my best friend... When I asked you to help me publish it but you forgot... When I sent my song asking if you liked it, you forgot, again I asked but you forgot... Forget, forget what does that mean??? That i'm forgotten too... Then say i'm tripping or being emotional... How i'd love to laugh... Count all the times I didn't support you? There's none, count all the times I didn't tell you that i'm proud of you? There's none... Count all the times I forgot you? There's none... Get mad when I act up, never realising why i'm mad... That's on you... But no more will I yell and get mad as I fade away... Drifting apart from you... I'll still be there ofcause forever in fact, for your heart is good and pure but no longer will I put myself in the line of fire for me to be forgotten...