Covered up so well

Manipulation at it's best

Satisfaction only comes

From putting friendship to the test

Forgotten so very easily

The next day everything's fine

Maybe that's your way of dealing

But it sure as hell isn't mine

Carried out so cleverly

Hushed whispers and fabricated tears

Obviously you haven't grown up yet

Even though you're ahead by two years

Lingering there so menacingly

Like a crouching tiger ready to attack

It's apparent we've lost what was there

And we're never getting it back

┬ęSI March 2006