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Author: xxCyxx
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - General - Published: 07-31-05 - Updated: 07-31-05 - Complete - id:1975669

Crashing and crumbling and fading out sight
Feeling so dead inside, so apathetic towards life
Can’t seem to scream, can’t seem to cry, who am I?
No matter what I do, I can’t get my mind off of you

She was the dork; she was the nerd, the annoying girl
I saw the potential, I was the mentor, I took her under wing
Taught everything she knows, everything she does, I made her
Who would she be without me, that’s why I can’t see

The it girl, the queen, the master was me, conceited was I
He was my guy, they were my friends, that was my place in life
Nonstop ringing, are you coming, there’s this party, want to rave?
Concerts, gatherings, pill popping, overflowing drinks, dance with me

Gone in a flash, nothing but trash, tossed aside
My best friend, my student, where is she, not beside me
Changed overnight, I’ve fallen behind, she took my place
Standing with my guy, my friends by her side, what did I miss?

How can it be, the one that made her she, that was me
Is the one copying her, the poser, the thief, what is this?
The ringer is silenced; the schedule is empty, out of my mind
Social butterfly, cemetery sleeper, what have you done?

I was me.



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