I thought we'd be friends forever,
but I'm realizing I don't want to be--
the sky breaks and cries it's frozen eyes,
and our castle is crumbling under the weight
of your lies.
It's a fortress built on grief;
I thought that would make it stronger,
but desperation gave birth to a bond
that's beat was off course,
it had too strong of heart murmurs.
And I can't pinpoint the day when I lost
respect for you,
but I wonder if you ever had it for me,
or took one word or hope for any of this
with a thread of sincerity.
This is reality...
I've never been the one to dump a friend
--they always dropped me,
and for the first time in my life,
I'm pulling out for my own sake.
I can't fix you...
...I can't hurt for you when you want to escape
or worry if my hope for you came too late,
or think of the all the possibilities
when you don't answer your phone,
because I still see the way
you looked overdosed at home.
I'm crumbling inside of this shell of me.
You're a weakness I can't afford
if I want to be free,
and while I love you,
I can't let myself be destroyed for you.
I can't fix you,
I can't help you,
and I can't watch you do this to you.
I'm sorry.
Until you pull yourself loose,
I won't enable you,
I can't be there for you,
I can't handle you treating every word
I say
like a joke.
And I can't handle you.
I'm sorry.