When you asked me today what we talked about when we walked off when you were drunk, I told you nothing.
Well, I kinda told the truth when I said we were talking about my problems, but you were part of it. You are my best friend in this whole entire world and I love you way more than anything, but at the same time, you almost make me want to kill myself, but I would never do that, so you make me want to hide in my house and never come out.
Everywhere we go, someone knows your name. All the guys are always staring at you and flirting with you. Everyone has a nickname for you. Everyone thinks that you’re the best thing since sliced bread, and I have to admit that your’e pretty great, but in some aspects, I think I’m better.
Yeah, you’re pretty. Yeah, you’re size 8 and I’m size 18. Yeah, you demand everyone’s attention, but it’s really beginning to bother me.
I think you’ve become a liar. You’ve always been a klepto, but it’s getting worse and I can tell. I really don’t think your health problems are as bad as you said they were today. You probably only said that because the guys were there and you wanted to either impress them or be the center of attention like you always are.
Your singing drives me crazy because you don’t work on making it better and you never take my advice. Not that I’ve been taking voice lessons for years and been in a choir constantly since I was 4 and try to help you.
You being the frontman for our band drives me absolutely insane, but it’s too petty for me to think of saying anything. I really do love you. You’re an amazing person who is a shining light, but at the very same time, it’s cold living in your shadow and I just want to warm up for a second.