The Truth

You can call me what you want
Because it isn't true,
And if you really think about it
This all comes back to you.
You can call me a lier,
A cheater, or a fake,
But when you look in the mirror
You only see your face.
Your reflection may not be pretty,
So you take it out on me,
Only just becuase
You don't like what you see.
If the reciever doesn't want it
It's still the giver's gift,
But if the giver doesn't want it
Now whose present is this?
The lifetime clock is ticking,
Don't waste it all on me
For you will be you
And I will be me
But as friends or enimies we weren't ment to be.
Let's each go our seperate ways
And continue our lives
As our clock runs out of days.