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.