The three stooges, the three musketeers
Those were our nicknames for the past few years.
Some say a trio is too much,
But I don't believe such.
At least I didn't...
Out to lunch, to a movie, to the mall,
For these past few years, we had it all.
Everywhere I went, two other people were there.
We'd laugh and joke without a care.
But that was then..
A few months went by, things were great.
But soon they started to complicate.
Our trio began depleting,
I felt our friendship was completing.
I don't know why...
There came new friends, they moved on,
I started to feel I didn't belong.
But I continued to cling,
Hoping this was just a fling.
Maybe it wasn't...
I hear them laughing, my own tears fall,
I miss the times we had it all.
One mistake by me, it's over,
One slip of the tongue, I tried to cover.
But not to well...
Maybe now things are over,
I only wish they could discover,
It's their loss!
They had a good friend, they lost me for a high cost.
I can't feel sorry...
If they apologize tomorrow,
I'll turn away in sorrow.
I'm not good enough for them, apparently.
My happy times are over definitely.
It's their loss...
