I thought we were the best of friends,
But I'm quite unsure.
You're slipping away,
Yet I thought what we had was pure.
Our friendship is dying,
You're pulling away.
But the loss of our friendship,
Is something I must pay.
I must have done something,
To deserve this pain.
For happiness is something
I no longer gain.
I thought we were the best of friends,
But I'm quite unsure.
You're slipping away,
Yet I thought what we had was pure.
