In the beginning love was the farthest from our mind.
Now it's farthest from our grasp.
Compassion and sympathy was what we longed to find.
But only the rejection of our own hearts we clasp.
So we turned to find affection in each others eyes.
Thinking it would work and love would come about.
But we've gone on this far balancing on a beam of lies.
Our hearts we must no longer doubt.
What never really began is now over.
Our worlds must roll on over this mess.
We must turn our back to rest on another lover.
But the value of our friendship is not any less.
