He wasn't there to watch you grow up. So he couldn't understand why you went off on your own every July 21.
It was to mourn your dad's death.
He wasn't there when you cried 3 years every night after. So he didn't understand why you needed me to pick on.
It was to keep you busy, keep your mind off the pain.
He didn't see your bruises that you hid so well. So he was confused why you were at Carly's all the time.
It was to stop the pain, before it went to far.
He didn't talk to your mom behind your back. So he was a little upset why I was over there all the time.
It was so that I could help get her better, and save you.
He didn't give you, your first kiss, on MY fire escape. So of coarse he was mad when you told him he wasn't your first kiss.
It drove him mad, but you needed it to come from a friend.
HOWEVER
He was there to make you uncomfortable. He wanted…well, to move ahead.
But you didn't want to.
He was there to break your heart. He "moved ahead" with another girl.
You were broken.
He was there at the groovy smoothies that day. He got a bloody lip, a black eye, and was in need of stitches.
You didn't know I was so strong (when it came to you), neither did I.
My point is.
He wasn't there for you. But I was, always.
He didn't need you. But I did (do) , badly.
So he couldn't love you like I could (do), and always will.
Love, Freddie, Fredward, Freddork, Feddweird, Freddog, Freddead, Fredwina, Feddicini, dipthong, dork, geek, weirdo, and "Property Of Sam Pucckkett".