You were my only friend last summer, the only one who would listen, the only who I felt understood what I was going through. You were there for me, you hugged me when no one else knew I needed it, helped me pick up the pieces and caught me when I stumbled. You put me at peace with myself, when even I couldn't do that. We'd stay up 'til five a.m. talking, laughing, and thinking about numerous things. I loved you; I trusted you. But, what the hell happened? Now you've got that walk of a sellout, and the clothes to match. You just don't care; go ahead, walk on them too, you only trampled me. I've cried myself to sleep feeling empty and alone. I can;t stand to hear your voice. Look at me now. Back in summer of '03, I stumbled, you pushed me down and left me there. I don't believe you. Maybe eventually you'll see.