I was never meant to be permanent, was I? I was the quiet one, The one who smiled when you said hi in the morning. The one who loved the ocean The one who collected shells on the beach The one who you sometimes forgot was there. I had big brown eyes, the ones that lit up when I laughed and shone like the moon after I cried. Yet I always looked tired. People always told me I didn’t get mad easily That I was sweet, that I was kind I guess that people can still plan revenge with a smile on their face. I learned from an early age That kindness was a weakness, Silence a weapon, And every word you say Can be twisted. Twenty-one Ex-friends 3 times seven. I guess if you already have three What’s 18 more?
