How did it ever come to this?
We'll never know and we'll never miss,
Everything we used to do.
And all the fun I shared with you.
But maybe this was all a lie.
Maybe this friendship was meant to die.
Maybe none of this is new.
Maybe you always hated me the way you do.
How can I know?
If it was really so?
I guess I never will.
And live with all the tears over this, spilt.