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i sit here and think of the memories of you.
am i making them up? or are they true?
the thoughts i am thinking are making me blue,
but i cannot keep from thinking of you.

you hurt me deeply when you left that day.
i never thought you would walk away.
i thought that forever and ever you'd stay.
but then you left me that horrible day.

for three weeks, your silence drove me mad.
i wondered if i had done something bad.
i prayed you come back to me, then i'd be glad.
those three weeks of silence driving me mad.

several years later, i still think of you.
although long over, it still makes me blue
to think of the lies now that i see what's true;
you left me, for sex i would not give to you.

i'm glad that i didn't do what you had asked.
for someone more worthy than you took that task.
on hearing of you, they drank from my flask,
and they were the one i said yes to when asked.

happy am i, but still sad you are gone.
you left me, i know, it is over and done.
i no longer need your old bags of bones.
but still i weep, for your friendship is gone...