Things will never be the same
Between you and I.
We used to be best friends
And now you simply pass me by.
You won't even shoot me a second glance
Or look me in the eye.
We used to talk all the time,
And the fact that we don't now
Makes me want to cry.

It's sad, really.
We were once so close
And now our whole relationship is just dreary.
Don't be offended when I say this, dearie.
But things will never be the same between you and I.

We've drifted apart
As sad as that is.
We used to be best friends
And now you only talk to that girlfriend of his.

To put it simple
I have given up on you.
It's sad
But it's true.
After all the things you put me through...
I'm afraid I had no other choice than to give up on you.
I'm sorry, but I'm not sorry.
It's ultimately your fault
That things will never be the same between you and I.

I would have stayed
But you pushed me away
And kept me up on a shelf for another day
And only talked to me when it was your say
And at this point,
You weren't even talking to me every other day.

But what about me?
Don't I get a say in when we talk?
I was there when you needed me
But you were never there when I needed you.
Now how is that fair?

You were an empty friend
And I just didn't want to see it.
You'd act like a true friend
But when it boiled down to it
You were never there for me.
You'd only talk to me when you needed something
And that was it.

I would reach out to you.
Talk to you.
Try to share a laugh with you.
But no...that wasn't good enough.
You decided that you didn't want to deal with me right now.
You decided to not talk to me.
You decided to leave.
You decided to push me away
And put me up on a shelf for another day.

But what about me?
I needed you too.
I tried to be there for you.
I desperately tried to comfort you.
I bent over backwards trying to please you.
And yet
You put me on a shelf for another day
It just took me three years to realize that was not okay.

My trust in you has faded.
Our friendship has dissipated.
You may not see it, but I do.
Things will never be the same between you and I.
Not because it's my choice
But because you left me behind.
And I was the friend that stayed.
But you kept me up on a shelf for another day
And I finally realized that I was not okay
With you always getting your way.
So... I left.
But really, was it my choice?
No, it wasn't.
Because in the end...
You were the one who pushed me away.