I just wish you would stop calling me
Because I will never answer
But it kills me to not answer because the truth is, I did love you at one point
But that was almost a year ago, and you have changed, alot
You were always being dumb, and brainless, and so easily influenced
Now you're that and gross

When you got stuck, I would help
When I got stuck, you would help
But I cannot treat you like a friend or anything more than that any longer after you've let me down twice
I have no hopes for you
It feels so mean to say, but really, I don't

I want to be a gay guy, badly
I read a play I wrote a few months ago
I almost died, it was so, gay
And tacky and gross and disgusting
I can't believe I could write something that yucky