Final Turn

Quiet like mouse,
No sound to be herd.
Not like usual.
At my side I'm assured.

What has happened?
What have i done?
Hanging with friends,
Wasn't it fun?

Starting so soft,
Then end with a Gr.
I've done something wrong.
For this I'm sure.

He wont look at me,
Or speak a word.
Ma-by this is it,
Our final Turn.