I miss you
I can't stop thinking about my old friend. This is really bad. I'm sitting here, too sick to do anything today, with my heart heavy as I think about everything that went wrong at the end of our friendship. And I have no way of talking to him. I just wish I could contact him and tell him that I'd like to give our friendship another try. But I can't, so I'll just sit here, stuck.
He was the best friend I ever had. I just wanted the truth.
He was the best friend I ever had. I just wanted the truth.