This Lonely Friday: by Dan Karabin March 26th 2004

What else could I write about this?

What further explanation could I offer?

Why was I so tormented inside?

Why did I let myself fall for her?

Why did I let her cast a spell?

They sucked me into it and spit me out.

Like a giant whirlpool in the sky.

It's ok, my heart I can live without.

Every stupid ting you ever did I tolerated.

I'm amazed I didn't slit my wrist.

I'm amazed I didn't try to bleed at night.

I'm amazed you're such an immature kid.

Still here I sit forever mourning.

Mourning for my less, but more for what could've been.

Mourning for all my dream unrealized and forgotten.

Mourning still more for you than for me.

I didn't think my blood could get this cold.

And I didn't think anyone could ever be so cruel.

But I guess I just don't know people that well.

I guess I know the feeling of being used.

How am I supposed to ever care again?

After all you've done to my heart.

It's funny that you hurt me like they did you.

When all I ever wanted was to save you.

It's like the first day of spring.

When the weathers just right.

And you think nothing's ever wrong.

And then all gets shattered.

If they made a glue to put hearts back together.

I'd buy a quart or a dozen bottles.

But yet I'd let you share some if you asked.

Because that's the kinda person I am.

I won't let you break me anymore.

I won't let space and time fill my heart.

I won't be one of those people.

I'll never be one of those.

Hope you understand what you've done.

Hope you know I'm never coming back.

Hope you know this bond dissolved like acid.

Hope you understand what you've done.

This lonely Friday I spent by myself.

Forever remember you're eternal words.

You're an amazing person and I wanted you in my life

But I knew that it couldn't happen.

Bullshit!

Give me my heart back.

It's mine again and it's not safe in your hands.

Everybody's got a  crutch

But you can't stand on me anymore.

I won't be your balance.