A single tear rolls down my cheek as I realize it's my fault we no
longer talk; that you barely acknowledge me. It makes it all the
harder to let go when I just want to go back and erase that moment;
the moment I told you I liked you. If I could only go back then
you'd still be here, even if we'd be just friends I'd be the
happiest girl in the world knowing that at least you're in my life.
