The things we do and the things we say,
They can never be explained.
We do what feels right,
But it always ends up in a fight.
I don't understand what makes you like that.
I try and I try, but you always fight that.
I've grown attached to the way you are,
But I question the fact that I need no more,
I know there's another side of you,
The compassionate one,
The one that make's me smile,
But sometimes I wonder, should we be done.
We've given us so many tries,
But every time we try again a part of me dies,
I wonder should we give our goodbyes.
And here I am now, listening to radio head,
and crying in my bed,
Thinking of the times we've had,
And everything that makes it bad,
I want to open up to you,
But that is something I will never do.
I don't know that what we've become.
But the friendship , the love,
We shared will always be in our mind.
No matter what we've become.
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