Nov 03, 2006 23:55
driving 'round these streets again
thinking of times when I called you friend
oh how many times we drove this way
always laughing, always bright days
and I was told that it wouldn't last
never thought I could repeat the past
all the mistakes I've made
it's my heart I betrayed
and I never expected you to understand
but as I look at my aging hands
I know that our time is gone
and I've got to move on
this is always the hardest part
the beginning where I've got to start
over again can't call you my friend
but this time I've got a plan
and with it I know I can keep up my guard
make my soul hard
best friendship it's over rated
look at all the hurt created
just from one simple lie
too many tears cried
poem,
poetry