You fell for another fake one, the fizz of it all soon
turned to flat.
She played you as a worn out fiddle, when you've always
wanted a violin.
Music plays, raps in your head, your heart on a rusted
plate.
I'm here for you, your friend, tried and true.
After all this time, I think I've earned my stay--
I've always shown my real colors, everyone knows that what
you see
Is what you
get, with layers of color to bloom, to beat.
I've quieted down though, the fight is not mine to hold onto
on my own anymore.
If you want more than my hand in friendship, my hugs and my
laugh,
You're going to have to see the truth inside, not run and
hide.
The feelings are off, I learned the switch once before,
It's hard to pull--but I've done it. It's my corset to
survive.
To suck up my pride, conceal it from my heart, my mind, your
eyes.
Maybe if I stop. Maybe if I move forward. Push myself, and
am just your friend--
You will finally learn. That you don't want the hay in the
stack,
But the ruby in the diamond mine.
