I am not your friend,no, I am inside of your bones.I live inside of the hollow parts of what makes...

I am not your friend,
no, I am inside of your bones.
I live inside of the hollow parts 
of what makes you who you are.
And no matter how much you hate 
to admit it, when someone is
flipping through the pages of your past,
they will see me there. Because
no amount of you pushing me away
could ever rid of the memories
that we created when we knew nothing
about what it may be that will
pull us apart in the end.