Once upon a time, not so long ago,

We were one — the best of friends.

I guess what they say is true:

The Devil was once an angel.

I wish I knew what happened to us;

I wish I knew why you turned me away.

Most of all, I wish I knew why you lied

To make me a villain and you a victim.

It has been years since you last call me a friend;

It has been years since I spoke to the person I call a friend.

I want to ask: Are you happy?

The old you would have broken down into tears.

The thing that hurts most of all

Is that I still consider you a friend.

I know that you probably do not think the same

But I cannot help but cling on to hope.

Because even with all the tears I shed over you,

I know I would forgive you if you just ask.

Because in the end, I still believe

That we will be friends... forever.

I guess I am not ready to say goodbye.