what are friends for

I cringe at the sight of you
I can only think of hitting you
I can only think of screaming
and letting out all this rage
its your way or the highway
but by going down you street
im headed down a dead end road
your life revolves around arguing
you have to come out on top
you always think you’re right
when you’re just being ignorant
I don’t know why I
put up with this bullshit
I don’t know why I
care so much about it
I don’t know why I
am still your friend
I just don’t know why anymore