Z- [re]grouping

i am small
and tight
uptight
but i fit
i am ever so adaptable
i can almost play the part
and when you say my name
i am ready to turn around
ok i left
for what i thought
was something more
something accurate
we did
instead of talked
now i see that
is just as fake
but you held my hand
on city streets
and you would listen
when i speak
and i remember
what you did
who you were
but i can just see
why i fell back
and this is not love
its probably not like
i just keep wanting to go back
i would group once
and i couldnt fit
you never opened up
and let me into the folds
of the group that
you were in
and yet now i
wonder if i
was better off out
than gossiped
than lied about
and perhaps i failed
once again
and are we friends
or not?