I wish it'd been enough to have me hiding in the stalls.
I wish it'd been enough to write those mean things on the walls.
Was it really necessary to throw my bag out in the rain?
Were all your rude comments and your insults in vain?
I hope you felt better when you pushed me aside.
I hope you liked it when I wouldn't meet your eyes.
I'd hoped to feel better when I saw you all alone...
I'd hoped to feel better when you went home on your own...
Now I kind of get it, why you pick on me.
Now I kind of get it, why you couldn't let me be.
I think I understand now, how empty you must feel.
I think I understand now, all you need to heal.
Perhaps I can now grasp why you made me feel like this.
Perhaps I can now grasp what before I had missed.
If it helps at all, I might just comprehend...
That you feel you must hurt me for your hurt to mend.
A new friend