So can I go a little bit back in time,
To a point where I can leave you behind...
When I look around me now
I can see all that I have lost...
I'm not going to sugar coat anything
Theres no way to start this poem right...
Another night
one more fight...
No one needs to tell me
that friends can grow apart...
He left without goodbye.
He thought he was so sly...
As little girls, we start off at the age of three.
High ponytails, with ribbons hanging down...
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry for everything I did...
If I was to fall in deep,
And never awake from a nights sleep...
You always want me to help you out.
As if I'm your backlash little friend...
Time;
There is no stopping it...
I can't believe I fell for your stupid little...
Your pinkie swears and innocent faces...