You came into my life when I was seventeen. I was still young but nothing was as it seemed.
You took your time until you started calling my name. Slowly, reeling me in with your silly games.
Until it was only numbers The numbers were all that mattered. Convincing me my self worth was nothing but a number.
In the back of my mind with a grin on your face. You tell me sweet lies that baffle my taste.
I am older now and how i wish you never came to me that fateful day.
But again, nothing has changed. Nothing is as it seems.
Emma, my dear old friend, how I wish we could part ways. You treasure this friendship of ours until my last breath.
My end of days