Now that I look back, I just can't stop laughing at all the things we did
Damn, good old days
I don't even regret cursing you that much,
Each word goes with a curse
How did you tolerate me?
I didn't get the chance to ask you, then
You told me you wrote everything in your diary,
You told me you were writing, when you were speaking to me
I need to get hold of the diary,
I didn't write anything on my diary
I was so busy, being with you
I was busy, talking with you, listening to you, venting, and everything
Did I even tell you, how good you were as a friend
I think I just missed on that friend part, Instead I told you everything else.
You know what, I loved to make you angry, I would smile to myself.
I loved the way you handled my anger
I loved the way you pacified me
I miss the friend, you were.
Can we talk about every damn thing, once again
Someday, Cold coffee?