Is there nothing more to do?
Is there nothing more to say?
I am just, after all, another mere soul,
lost in this world, lost far away.
You could have brought me back.
You were my only confidant.
For you I shared what I thought,
for you I shared all that was in me.
Never once did I open up like I did to you,
my thoughts and emotions,
never once did any other know of,
You were my friend, my only best friend.
But now I could only smile,
I guess it's all just from self-pity.
After all, who wouldn't feel stupid,
angry and guilty, after opening up
To a person who could merely drift away,
to a person you thought you knew,
to a person you thought would always be.
to a person you thought would stay.
I was ready to give more to you,
to be the best friend I could ever be.
But see, you left, or maybe I did.
Things weren't just right anymore.
I guess that's life.
Nothing stays, nothing remains,
And all I know now is that this is life,
And I hate it for being so.
