You say we're close, but I highly doubt it. Truth be told, I wish we were closer. I wish I knew what was going on with you, but you don't seem to want to at least not with me. I miss laughing and joking with you. Why did things have to change? Why can't we still be like we used to be? So many questions with so few answers. There are so many things I want to tell many things to talk about. But.I guess there'll never be time.
There's never much time, when I've got things to say. Never much time for what I'm feeling. So for now, I'll keep it all inside. Inside, building up the pressure, until it's too much for me to handle...