Sometimes

Sometimes I sit here and wonder "why me?"
And I try to ignore what's blatantly staring into my eyes,
What's screaming into my ears
And what pounds into my skin.
I try to be surprised when they break their hearts,
And when the words they say cause craters in each other...
When they know they screwed up but are far too proud
To talk to each other about it.

Sometimes I sit here and wonder "should I?"
And I try to decide if I should tell them the truth,
If I should point out the inevitable doom
That they probably will be seeing soon...
They weren't ready for this, and no one said a word,
I kept quiet and hoped it would work...
But they're my best friends, I should keep to myself
And let them work it out by themselves.

Sometimes I sit here and wonder "would I?"
And I try to understand what I'd do...
Would I want them to tell me if they saw my doom,
Or would I want to remain in my lovely bliss?
I've been in their shoes and they stayed quiet,
And when the moment came they said "I always thought so"
And the slap in the face hurt the most coming from them.

Sometimes I sit here and wonder "what if?"
And I try to tell myself it's gonna be fine.
But what if it's not and I could have prevented
The hurt they'll be feeling the second they end it?
What if I speak up and lose my best friends,
Who would I be opening up to again?
What if I watch what will happen
And let them break it together?