You call yourself a friend
But continue to give me a hard time about myself
With all the issues floating in my mind
Take off your ugly mask
Telling me you were sweet and kind
The mixed emotions that continue to lay in my heart
Trying to figure out the real person that lays before me
The mask you still wear still betrays me
Stuck in the selfish arrays of rainbow mixed fantasies
I begin to wonder who you really are
Only a friend that hides behind the jail cells of words
No picture to go along with what I thought was a real you
I’m just fed up and tired of the back and forth dilemmas
The headaches and heartaches of trying to repair fate back together again
I thought in the beginning I had that true friend
But the more you keep the mask on
The more the wall goes up with no expectations of what my words now think about an idol that stands in my presence taking up space
I always wonder what lies between the flesh of your face
But I guess I will never see the real you
A real friend that lies under the misty blues….
