Either My Friends Are Fake Or I'm The Problem

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Call it what you want

maybe it's bad luck

I've been waiting for awhile now

it's hard not to feel stuck

if all these people surround me

why do I feel so alone

I only rent out this space

but im searching for a home

so many people say I've got a heart of stone

I pinched off all the arteries

Im reeping what ive sewn

it was no mistake when I pushed them all away

and those that remain hold a suble distain

but I didn't give them much of a choice

nobody wants to be with a negative voice

so be happy be happy be happy they said

I grew angry grew angry grewy angry instead

I hate you all for leaving

when I needed you the most

my veins grew cold

when I was treated like a ghost

I convinced myself they did me wrong

but later I found it might have been me all along

cause like the dead flowers sitting on my window pane

I took all that water and poured it down the drain

so was it me or was it them?

it was probably me