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.