Friends nomore

We both have changed,
and gone are own ways.
But I'm still not used to,
waking up to a different day.

I'm so used to going to my old school,
and talking to my friends.
But since I moved we broke the promise
that said "Friends until the end"

We don't talk much anymore,
and your a big missing part of my life
Because I need you to listen,
I need your advise

You act like you don't care,
by the way you don't call.
I know it's because your busy,
with your other friends at the mall

Before I end this poem
There is somethig I have to do
I'm saying goodbye my friend
Goodbye to you.