You say
you're sorry for hurting me in the past
and regret doing some things to me.
I know not what you mean.

You say
I am the reason you want to change
and wish things had been different.
I know not what you mean.

Remembering the way I saw,
we were jolly good buddies.
I know not when you hurt me.
I know not how I'm your reason.

A good friend I will be forever.
Expect nothing more from me.
But when you speak in ambiguity,
I don't find it in me to say it out.