When you lose that one true friend who knows you better than you know yourself
|Where did we go wrong , what directions went amiss.
I lost my friend , my mate, my pal , my closest confidant .
Secrets shared , memories told, painful and full of despair.
The dark known truths bound us close, then broke us wide apart.
I shared my past , my fears and dreams. My hopes, for what they were.
I laid myself bare before your eyes, from you no truths untold.
You shared yourself in just the same way, broken and in despair.
Yet now its us that stand apart. Shattered and damaged and smashed asunder.
I want you back to how we were. Calls at 3am .
When you could cry or bear your heart , and I could try to heal.
I miss you laugh, your smile your cry, I miss you for who you are.
Yet paths we trodden and roads we chose have driven us further apart.
I dont know how to fix this break , to mend the broken walls.
I sit here thinking it's all my fault , I must have overstepped a mark.
Just know this now, no matter the time , the day or even the year.
When you need your old friend back, for you , I will always be here.