Sometimes I sit alone
in a dark room and think,
things that were hard to believe
Tell me how was I to know;
that I was going to be hurt so badly?
If I knew I wouldn't be here today
It's kinda funny now;
cause I don't know how things
got so difficult
It went from bad to worse but how come?
Did we change over night;
And seem to think we were done?
I thought of calling you up
and asking "will we still be friends?
Or will we just act like this never was us?
I never miss you til' your gone
and this is why I am asking myself
"From all the moments we shared, why couldn't I just've been
nice?"
Maybe then we would still be one....
 
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