The perilous path is lit;
The well-trodden road remains,
We ventured on with quick wit,
And with fading shoe-size stains.

It was time for we to be I,
Now as twisted words echo
Of deceit you can’t deny;
While true colours start to show.

This is where the ships sink
twisted tides held no part in our demise;
it was more or less timing
that broke the 'us' into you's and I's.

This is where the word 'ends'
in friends finally makes sense.