Most people don't ever get the chance to say what they really had to say.
Every day was passing just like another drop of rain, it was driving me insane.
Everything is different; it will never be the same.
Each day ends with no new happiness, just new pain.
Now that you've passed, I feel like my life is shattered.
I didn't get the chance, this is a disaster.
Why did this have to mold my life, like plaster?
Was this like some stage that I just couldn't master?
Now that I look back, I realize.
It wasn't hidden, it wasn't in disguise.
Friend, why did I not speak, and take you by surprise?
Said what I felt before you died.
It was simple; I do not know why I held back.
You were my best friend, now just something that I severely lack.
Just when I thought that I had the knack,
I didn't say it, like I had stuffed it in a sack.
We made the best pair of friends, just us two.
It was undeniable; it was all straight out true.
Now, it may be too late, but I'll say it as if it was brand new,
I love you my friend, and I'll truly miss you.