Good One Day Bad The Next On Friday you were okay with me on Saturday your not make up you mind I'm losing my head the confusion of this is getting to me hard I don't know what to do I tried being nice I tried ignoring nothing works and I'm scared no not scare angry I have bloody tried with you and you won't give if that's how you fuckin' it then fine when you end up with no friends at all and you come crawling back on your hands and knees ill turn away from you and never will I give you help again I can't wait for that day I will laugh in your face and say "you were always going on about me being lonely now look at you" well think again you only have 2 friends left and their leaving quick