She left me that day when it was bright out.
It wounded my heart that she had found out.
No longer she trusted me, nor cared what I had to say.
She rather listen to other people, that was her mistake.
But life goes on is what I kept telling myself.
Knowing that it did without her, put a dent in my chest.
I started to drown my sorrows with weed, liquor, and sex.
But the laughs we shared, put those things to rest.
For years we had known each other, like PB&J.
But she left me so fast, she didn't give a fuck about that.
Time went on, and day by day I'm getting by.
No more do I accidentally say her name, and wanting to cry.
Now don't get me wrong I know that she's hard to forget.
She was like a sister to me, she will be gravely missed?
Well I'm not sure anymore it was like a month ago from now.
We're living our separate lives, that's what college is for now.
I'm moving on meeting new people to conversate with.
She replaced me before the trouble started, I saw that coming a mile in advance... Ehh...