You make me wonder, sometimes, how deep our friendship runs.

Don't you know that what you says hurts?
Do you even care that it hurts?
Or are you just too cold-blooded?
You and your materialistic consumeristic attitude.

Yet on other occasions, you just make me smile.
make me feel warm inside,
as comforting as warm milk and cookies in the heart of winter.

You really do make me wonder.