To remain well
Sometimes you have to prune
Sometimes you have to take a blade
And cut a few things loose
It’s a sad thing really.
To win, you have to lose.
But between victory and defeat,
Which one will you choose?
From this, one must gather
My loss is at hand
For I feel pained and held back
By someone I used to call my friend
We grew up together
18 years of rivalry
She was like a sister but it seems
We’re destined to be enemies
Cause when we argue,
It’s like we’re trying to kill each other.
Even if they are just words,
We hurt one another.
Then we’re too close
We thought it was meant to be
We forsake our own loves
Thinking it was destiny
Only it wasn’t
And we argue yet again
And we fall out for the umpteenth time
Then we’re friends again
But I grow tired of it all
Sick of being on a roller coaster
Tired of this ride
I just want it to be over
And I wish I could keep her
Cause she means a lot to me.
But it’s so hard for her to accept the truth
So hard for her to see.
So instead of guiding the blind,
I’ll turn a blind eye.
But I’ll always care about her.
Till the day I die.
But this isn’t what she wants
Not how she wanted the end.
It’s too late for all that now.
This is over and done with.
Her voice, I don’t hear it.
I do not desire to anymore.
Her pleas for resolution
I send them right out the door
To my old friend,
I love you. More than my own life.
But I can’t bear you any longer.
You’re my sacrifice.
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