Old Friend

Some days I feel like a wanderer.
Never to sure what the next turn will
bring me. Will it bring me peace?
Happiness? or my death instead.


I believe I belong where I am placed.
Why do i feel so out of place?
Why do i feel so out of my place?
And you...why have you come? Why are
you even here. You don't belong here either.

And quite honestly in my lost place your the
last person I wish to see.
I reached out I have no idea why I did, only
to discover you had forgotten me like I never
mattered at all.

You don't even bother to apologize and even if
you did I don't think I could accept it.
It hurts and yet its a relief to know its finally
over. To know that...I know longer owe you, I no
longer have an obligation to you. The one you hung
over my head keeping me always on that tight rope
near you.

It hurts to know that you can disregard me so fast
to toss me off and forget that my presence ever
occurred in your life. Knowing I meant nothing to you
at all except for your mindless entertainment.
I won't hate you though I want to and I'm so happy
that I never let myself love you in any kind of way.

So let me be, let me wander alone I don't want you
here. I want you gone so leave be gone like you made
me do. Don't come back, I may be wandering but I'm not
alone. Someone will wander with me but I do not want it
to be you. So be gone old friend, go now be your own scenic
and leave me to my peace, my happiness, my heartache.

It was never any of your business and I am so glad I never
told you. Because I knew from the very beginning..that I
could never trust you.

Don't apologize just leave.
Don't say goodbye, cause it won't mean a thing to me.
Don't tell me you won't forget me cause you will.
Don't come back, cause I won't be here next time.
Cause next time you'll be the one wandering and I'll
have found my home.
You indeed are just an...old friend.


Christa