I can see now; everything is no longer ours
or mine, not yours
for what I called you; bestfriend
for what I got you; shoulder
for what we acted like nothing has happened
or me, not you
simply,
it's not you whom I have known before
or, were you that faking after so long?
I don't know
it's been a way we couldn't deny
since I've been wondering lots of why
if only I could be that way
I miss you, it's not a lie
