I've known you for such a short time.. that groovy person that you can't describe why you like them... you just do. I want to be your very best friend, I want you to confide in me your life, your love, your thoughts. But those wants are so far away... Your already slipping between my fingers, should I have held on tighter? Your outgrowing me, or maybe I've outgrown my usefulness. I see myself as just another distraction for you, another interest you don't have time for. What hurts the most is that I knew that this day would come, I knew you'd move on to bigger and better things. Why couldn't you need me? Why couldn't you want to keep me around, for old times sake? So many people come to me for advice, can't you do the same? Keep me in your life for at least that one thing, to be the voice of reason, like I am for so many others...
I wish for more time, as your walking out the door... leaving me behind, like an old pair of sneakers that don't fit anymore.
[ 20 April 2002: Message edited by: Web ]
I wish for more time, as your walking out the door... leaving me behind, like an old pair of sneakers that don't fit anymore.
[ 20 April 2002: Message edited by: Web ]
