She sits there in front of me talking like any other day.
Like nothing happened last night and that we were still best friends.

She doesn't care how much it hurt.
She doesn't know I stayed up crying because of it.
All she cares about is herself.

I tell her that I'm scared, she says who cares
She askes me for couple advice, when I give it to her instead of a thanks I get a What do you know, youre single.

I am sick and tired of being the shoulder to cry on, the kleenex that she blows her snotty little nose in.
I am tired of feeling like Im talking to a brick wall when I have a problem, and then the person who has to clean up the emotional mess that she leaves behind.

I know I'm digging myself a hole
But I can't find my way out of this maze.
So I will stay the used kleenex until the one day I say NO.