Lost

I feel I have been undeserving.
I feel that you have created a space.
The thought of why is quite unnerving.
I see the distance in your face.

I don't know where to start, or end.
You need to remember who's your friend.
I try to reconcile the time I've spent.
I need to find you once again.

Angry when the purpose suits you,
happy when I look away,
never knowing what you're into,
never knowing what not to say...

Drink your troubles into oblivion.
Why should we remember now?
When you awake it starts to sink in.
You're lost when I am not around.