You

I like you and I don’t know why.
Every time you talk to me, it makes me want to fly.
Why does it have to be a big deal?
When it's not even real.

You used to make me laugh,
Through good times and rough.
Every thing changed since you told me.
And, now, you can’t even make me happy.

Does every one know?
That now you’re like my foe?
I hope we’re still friends
And that we’d be like that till the end.

You used to talk to me and give me advices.
Now that you’ve changed, all of it is useless.
I hope you still know that I like you
And I hope that you still like me, too.

All of this doesn’t make sense but I just want to express
So I wouldn’t be depressed.
Anyway, this isn’t good-bye
Because then it would be a lie.