Sometimes i miss you like hell, sometimes i wish we were talking again. But whenever i hear your name, but whenever i think twice about you, but whenever i realize why we aren't friends anymore, i'm glad we're done. I moved on, you got stuck. I'm healing, you're getting sick. I'm loved, you're hated. I'm friendly and kind, you're awkward and mean. I have lot's of real and lovely friends, you have the ones you don't even care about. I hate my family, but you don't even know who your familymembers are. You don't believe, but i dream. You lie, i'm honest and straight to the point. I have proved that i'm making something of life, you're just crying if your school grades are too low. I have a boyfriend and you? Nobody likes being friends with you, nobody will ever fall in love with you.
And still, still i just want to help you and hug you. 'Cause i care about you and i miss you like hell. But i know, you won't even love me if i say i have changed. And i know, i won't love you so much we can be friends either. But i want you to know i think about you.
Karube
