Standoff
You’re so cold it makes me want to cry
Saying I’m okay is slightly more than a little white lie
I’m so pissed off, yet so sad inside
I’m locked in a battle I just can’t win
I wish you’d try to be civil now and then
I’m sick of spinning in circles again and again
I don’t want this tension and pure hostility
I’ve tried time and again to stop it to the best of my ability
I don’t like this fight that we’ve gotten into
It’s like we’re in a standoff, anticipating our next move
Well I’m alright with your silence to me
But not with the overwhelming icy heat
I don’t know how this went down, us firing the first shot
But we’re in a standoff, like it or not
You’re so cold, you’re subzero inside
To say I’m fine is a little more than a white lie
I’m so angry, yet so upset this time
I’m at a loss, not sure what to say
I want to apologize, but it’s too late
Our ex friendship is in a non-existent state
There’s something wrong, we both know
As I look at the hands you used to hold
What the hell went wrong
Our friendship used to be so strong
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