You don't talk to a friend for more then 3 years,
You don't realize you cried so many tears,
Hoping one day he would come back,
And fill you with all that you lack,
And after you find his telephone number,
Then the storm seems to pass, along with the thunder,
You fall into his friendship, talk every night on the phone,
You begin to feel like a queen on a thrown,
"I'll miss you," you say "forever till you die"
He whispers to you "I have to go, good-bye"
You wonder why he can't talk anymore,
Your hopes have been crushed,
You cry,
You scream,
You hurt,
It's to late,
He's taken.
