Can we carry on. Or must we still pretend. That we're really friends. Those feelings have gone. But we're not the same. And we're both to blame. There's nothing left to tell you.
There was a lot to make up. For the time we'd had. Cos we'd been lonely far too long. Had enough of feeling sad. And no, it didn't take long. To right all the wrong.
Well, my friends, I feel it's time. To reassess the situation and decide what's mine.. Every time you steal me blind,. With no consideration for the way I feel inside..