This is it, this is it. And the friendships die here, in this place. Where i find myself waiting for you. With my emotions in a constant state of flux. But i don't know if it's my emotions or my mind That's causing me to be so confused, perhaps its some insane combination of the two. And i can't find the balance, not even temporarily, which is what will eventually kill us here- in this place- where the friendships die. Turn over, and rot, and turn into dust, because they never really mattered anyway. Leaving us perpetually alone i am alone.