So how's it gonna be?

I guess this is growing up.
I guess this is maturing.
It's sad when the only person still around
Is the only one that's left that loves you.
I wish things were different yes,
But I can't wish that people were.
I can't wish change upon anyone except myself.
And I accept that, deep within my soul.
I know that nothing is permanent.
I know that I should have seen it coming.
But I didn't.
I thought I could party all night, every night.
And I was sadly, sadly mistaken.
I thought that spending the night with him
Would fix all the problems in the world.
But now I just know it's unacceptable.
I regret my past.
I'm too young to think it's okay,
I'm too old to know it's not.
A real relationship is built on solid foundation,
And I'm working to tend to the cracks that have already formed.
The rest of you are patching them up with little care..
One day, one of you will get hurt.
It saddens me, but there's nothing i can do.
I'm not the one anyone wants to call anymore.
When I DO call, I am only wanted for what I can give.
That's not "friendship".
I refuse to be used.
I guess we are all we are in the end.
And I will be as much as I can be,
Without the immorality.