A Friendship gone sour
till the final hour

Tears streaming down my face
for the one i'd come to hate

Do you think we'd be friends 3 years from now?
That kind of talk was disallowed

But little did I know
that day would come to be
when the friend of 3 years
would move without telling me

We had our fights
Our little contretemps

Remember in the end
You were the one that left

Thus the fight seemed to do the deed
It broke us apart in our last times of being

Glances from you
who did not speak
I wondered what you wanted
yet I never made a peep

We laughed the week before
But never dared to do more
for we weren't as close as we were before


Anyhow
*Maybe we'll meet up in New York 3 years from now