As I toss and turn and tear apart my head until the sun rises across my bed, I soon realize that maybe, just maybe, I'm not as strong as I put off to be. I pretend I don't like you, in fear of loosing my best friend, for once before I went down that route and it had a twisted end.  I laugh and I cry and your there holding a smile, and some cheezy joke without going the extra mile. When my day didn't feel quit right, I soon realized it's not the cup of coffee in my hand or the over slept naps, but it was you all along there to make me laugh. I'm sorry I held back, I'm sorry for being a shitty friend, the truth of the matter is I wanted to keep you around forever without an end.