True Friends

I used to have a bunch of friends,
The people that held my heart
However now I'm standing alone
A shadow in the dark

They used to always build me up
But now it is just down
We ''Used to Be'' is the key word phrase
Now the tables have turned around

My eyes were closed before
However now are opened wide
To see the friends I thought I knew
A knife stabbed in my side

What did I do to make this come
Was I not a good friend myself
I put them above all the rest that I knew
Atop the highest shelf

And now what do I have to show
For my oblivious ways
Nothingness is all the friend I see
For the rest of my life's days

The times were good, the times were fast,
But now it is just gone
The happiness that I used to know
Awaits in the after dawn

Is nothing I've done ever shown to be good
Am I the devils maid
And eating away at my heart and my soul
Is the scar of wasted days

They are still there and I am here
To which they do not know
How blind must they be before they can see
The pain of which I show

Of course I still care, but my heart is not there
I been played with far too much
And now my rage is let out of this cage
with the smallest, gentlest, wrong touch

Is living worth living a life of forgiving
If the forgiveness is not even there
I've put aside me to put up with the things
That I have grown to bare

And now I ask, without me here
How different would their lives be?
And I say not a bit, nothing here, not at all,
For my only true friend is me

Copyright ©2001 Nick Giacona