We Used to Be Friends
How do I write this?
How do I say it?
But who you once were,
Is not who you’ve become.
How do you look in the mirror,
Without bursting in shame?
How can you look me in the eye,
While lying to my face?
Don’t think I’m clueless.
I see who you’ve become.
Soon, I hope you will too,
It’s not too late to mend your ways.
But it may be too late to mend our friendship.
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