I'm really sad when I pass by you, when I talk to you, and when I'm with you...
It really hurts...
To feel something broken, deplenished, and gone.
That relationship we once had was over and I miss you.
I miss you a lot.
If my longing to become friends again was measured on a scale,
It would brake it.
I don't know about you,
But I want to have the funny little talks we had.

I didn't mean to do the things I did,
Weather it was pure instict or instant failure,
I want to be friends again.
But whenever I see your face,
I can't speak like words are disabled from my mind.
I only remember
The deepest
Fears.