Not Ready To Say Goodbye

What happened to the good times
or the laughing so hard we cried?
What happened to the inside jokes
and best friends til we die?
When did we fall apart,
was it when I pushed you away
or when you treated me like dirt?

But now the tears we cry come from pain.
The inside jokes arent funny anymore, only akward.
&& Our friendship died a long time ago.

I was so scared of losing you,
but it looks like I already did.
Wish I could change back the hands of time
because I regret the things left unsaid.
Things left unheard,
things lift unknown.

But let's forget about all this
and put it in the past.
Let's make those jokes last.
I can't see me without you
it hurts too much
I'm not ready to say Goodbye.