Your Views

You’re right, my problems aren’t that bad.
I shouldn’t be getting mad.
I’ll stand up for everything I believe.
Yep then everyone will see.
I’ll have everything I love taken away,
But you’ll say it’ll be okay.
I’ll be gone once maybe four times,
And you’ll still think everything’s fine.
You won’t see me for a while,
And just come to the conclusion that my life is wild.
I might be falling apart, tearing down.
And you won’t even come around.
You’ll see me walk on by,
And you won’t even say hi.
You won’t recognize me,
You won’t even try to see.
I’ll slowly drift away,
And you won’t know what to say.
You won’t see me again.
Weren’t you once my friend?