I try to show a real face
you say it was a pretended truth
when I made a joke
you took it serious in mind

I try to be a friend
a friend who not asked only when he told
a friend who has right to have pain healed inside
a friend who understands even he keeps silent

you said you never got what I told
you were tired to guss the words I played
you had no interest to dicover the myth I hid
you are stressed for work
you are still surfing direction for future

tell me what is right from wrong
what is the black from white
what is the reality from fake
when you asked
I answered
you said
it was not direct

The words you said had me hurt
I tried to have my breath held
I tried to keep my lips stilled
I tried to believe it was my fault
while
my fingers shaked
with sensitive feeling choked

what what should be a friend?