are you really?

I can feel it all slipping sand turning to soil I don't like the way people see the mud under my nails. I wish you wouldn't talk so loud but I love you the same I wish my secrets would stay secrets but I'll stay anyway. I'm too scared to confront you even when you make me cry I think you've seen it once or twice but I'm terrible with goodbyes. I think you are my friend That's what you call me, but the way you make me feel how long will that be?