There are very few people I love, I like a lot of people, But there is only three, My beautiful boyfriend And my two best friends There used to be another, She was my platonic first love, I knew her for 11 years before she left She talked behind my back Revealed the secrets we whispered The words we shared The promises we made, she broke She was one of many I loved, And now I can love no one really Because I let myself love them And now? Those people are no longer there, So the final whispers wandered away without a care.