I miss the way things were
The way we use to hug
And tickle eachother
The way you use to come up behind me and spin me around
I feared out friendship would become a chore and so it has
You no longer enjoy talking to me
You no longer hug me or tickle me
Or try to make me feel better
I miss the way we use to be but I have to and am going to move on
I don't belong to you and nor you to me
So long old friend
it's time for our story to come to an end...
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
I miss the way things were
The way we use to hug
And tickle eachother
The way you use to come up behind me and spin me around
I feared out friendship would become a chore and so it has
You no longer enjoy talking to me
You no longer hug me or tickle me
Or try to make me feel better
I miss the way we use to be but I have to and am going to move on
I don't belong to you and nor you to me
So long old friend
it's time for our story to come to an end...
