I want to be your true friend but guess I'm not good enough.
There is no shame in stating the obvious monsters don't play nice.
It's kinda ironic, to me you are a dream, to you I'm a nightmare 
I'm trying to get used to you but you're trying not to.
But we do share one thing in common we both don't expect the other to be permanent 
I was comfortable in my cave but you introduced me to life in a mansion. 
I'm used to that now but that scares me 
what if you decide to move on, what if you get tired
We don't talk anymore but I'm used to the silence but unfortunately the longer the silence the louder my fears and doubt get in my head worse of all we drift futher apart.
Wish I could be a true friend but you've got to want one first.

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