We started getting really close
I called you my friend
We were supposed to be there for each other
Until the very end
But certain things were said
I probably shouldn't say them again
Because if I do, it'll feel like I'm committing a sin
But these thoughts keep on racing through my head
I can't take it anymore
So **** it, let me say them again
You said "I wish you were never born"
And out of frustration I said "I wish you were dead"
And at that point, our friendship was hanging by a thread
We should have tried to make it work
But we went our separate ways instead
The years flew by
Started watching the clock spin
And realized I'm tired of holding grudges in
We were clearly both at fault
But I guess it depends
Because you might put the blame on me
Let's not pretend the blames on you too
It was one of those arguments where there was a slight misunderstanding
Yet we threw away the whole friendship
There could have been a better way in handling it
It's probably too late for us to make amends
I wonder if we we will ever decide to be friends again
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
We started getting really close
I called you my friend
We were supposed to be there for each other
Until the very end
But certain things were said
I probably shouldn't say them again
Because if I do, it'll feel like I'm committing a sin
But these thoughts keep on racing through my head
I can't take it anymore
So **** it, let me say them again
You said "I wish you were never born"
And out of frustration I said "I wish you were dead"
And at that point, our friendship was hanging by a thread
We should have tried to make it work
But we went our separate ways instead
The years flew by
Started watching the clock spin
And realized I'm tired of holding grudges in
We were clearly both at fault
But I guess it depends
Because you might put the blame on me
Let's not pretend the blames on you too
It was one of those arguments where there was a slight misunderstanding
Yet we threw away the whole friendship
There could have been a better way in handling it
It's probably too late for us to make amends
I wonder if we we will ever decide to be friends again
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