Either My Friends Are Fake Or I'm The Problem

Call it what you want

Maybe it's bad luck

I've been waiting for awhile now

It's hard not to feel stuck

If all these people surround me

Why do I feel so alone

I only rent out this space

But im searching for a home

So many people say I've got a heart of stone

I pinched off all the arteries

Im reeping what ive sewn

It was no mistake when I pushed them all away

And those that remain hold a suble distain

But I didn't give them much of a choice

Nobody wants to be with a negative voice

So be happy be happy be happy they said

I grew angry grew angry grewy angry instead

I hate you all for leaving

When I needed you the most

My veins grew cold

When I was treated like a ghost

I convinced myself they did me wrong

But later I found it might have been me all along

Cause like the dead flowers sitting on my window pane

I took all that water and poured it down the drain

So was it me or was it them?

It was probably me