don't...

title: don't

don't victimised yourself to make us look like the bad guy when the bad guy is you...
don't make us the spare tyre of ours when your real friend is busy...
don't make lies to cover up your real motive...

i am disappointed in you...
i wonder which word you say is true which aren't...
i wonder how sincere are you in being our friend...

i don't like saying something bad about a friend...
but now, i do not know what friend are you...
are you still my friend?
sometimes you can be so good... yet sometimes so ugly...
how i wish all these where just a dream...
when i wake up... all are over... but sadly it isn't...
i don't know how to face you in the future...
the friend whom i had fond memories of... or the one that made in utterly disappointed...
i don't know...
i don't want to loose a friend like you.. but sometimes i wish i can...
i don't think a broken glass would be the same as a new one...
i don't think a broken string tied together would be the same again... it will have a knot...
i don't know if i can forgive...
i don't know...
i really don't know...

are we still friends after all these?

if i could hit the restart the button..
would history repeat itself...
or would we learnt from history...?