How did we get here?
Well I used to know you so well.
i know you, inside and out.
but do i really know you at all?
sometimes i feel like i don't.
we're the best of friends; we're inseparable. at least it used to be that way.
i wish things would go back to the way they were.
but, you know, i think i'm starting to accept the fact that it may never be that way again.
i don't want to, but i think you've just changed too much.
you're constantly pushing me away, you won't let me in anymore.
it makes me sad, remembering how close we used to be and seeing now that we're as distant as two people can be.
you're always with your new friends. i don't like them, just so you know. but you probably knew that already.
you're always with them, too. when you're around them, it's like i don't exist.
they're not the best crowd to be around. i don't like what they're doing to you. that's not my best friend.
oh, and do you ever use your head?
you know what you did to me; you said you'd never do it again.
and yet i see you do it over and over to your girlfriends. why do you do that? do you think it's somehow "okay"?
i want to say something. a part of me thinks it's the right thing to do. but i don't want to stick my head somewhere it doesn't belong.
i don't know what to do about you.
you get under my skin and in my head.
you aggravate me.
you annoy me.
you boggle my mind.
you're unbelievable.
you're not the kid i've known for almost my whole life.
i don't know you anymore.
feeling like: 
annoyed