I've come back from a trip
That was bittersweet to say the least
It was everything I ever wanted
But ruined by the hand of a friend
That cares for none other than herself
So I sat in the car quietly on the drive home
As they reminisce on the memories
That we just made and I think to myself
"What if this was the last time we'd ever spoken?"
What if suddenly I was the villain by choice?