I miss the guy who used to come over everyday, he always had his guitar with him and we would sit on his pourch, not speaking, just him playing and me listening, I miss our long vent sessions sitting in the grass at the soccer fields, I miss the days when we were together 24/7, I miss the days you would come over when you had no where else to go, the days when I was upset and you just sat and listened to me and complain about everything and everyone and understanding all of it, when no one else could. You had a way of doing that, being everything everyone needed that no one else could be for them You were my shoulder to cry on, my living dairy to who I told everything to, you were my favorite musican, my therapist who helped me through all of my hard times, you were my best friend. And now you've changed and that old boy I used to know is gone and I'm starting to realize he's not coming back, and all we do now is fight and you push me away every chance you get, and I'm just begging you to let me back into your life, because I need you in mine. You were like my other half. You've changed, I've changed, pain does that to people, but I guess maybe I was just hoping that change wasn't a forever kind of thing or that maybe we could change together, maybe were different people now, but I know deep down you didnt forget who we used to be, how we used to be, everything we've been through, because I know I haven't forgotten and never will.