Last time I saw you,
did you think it was goodbye for good?
Did you consider that we might not ever,
talk together,
smile at each other,
laugh at one another?

Did you realize that I was leaving behind a friend?
did you think that you were parting with one too
or was it just another girl tossed away?

Did you think about our friendship?
did you understand me?
or were you just pretending?
I can't really tell.

Watching you load your instrument in the car,
watching it pull away,
did I realize that we might never play together again?

Saying goodbye, I never thought it would hurt this much,
what about you?
 

Walking through the doors,
backpack on again,
not yet weighed down with papers,
books,
stress.

Remembering the past,
best friends,
people you haven't seen in a while.
 

But also looking to the future,
meeting new people,
having new classes,
starting on a new adventure.

But no matter how hard you try,
or how much you want to,
you can't forget your past.
It always has a way of catching up to you.

But it is a new year,
the mistakes made in the past
strengthened you,
and you can start again,
remembering what you learned.

Every time I see him,
my heart breaks a little more.
Every time he touches me,
my heart screams in pain.

Every time I talk about him,
my heart weeps.
Every time I listen to music he likes,
I crumble.

Every time I see her,
I wish I was her.
Every time I talk to her,
I'm glad I'm not.
Everytime he talks about her,
I die a little more.