First we started as friends,
then you wanted more.
I accepted.
At the time I wasn't serious, 
and you were.
I am sorry for what I did 
I am sorry for what I said.
Now we rarely talk. 
Why?
Why did it have to happen that way?
Why do I miss you so? 
Why do I cry when I remmember 
what you used to tell me?
First it was you saying to me, 
I LOVE YOU
I used to say, I love you, too, 
so you wouldn't be mad,
and now that you are gone, I mean it, 
more than I ever have.
Why? 
Why did I mess up our love so strong?
Where, oh, where did we go wrong?
I have told you I am sorry, and Baby,
I am telling you again, I am sorry, 
and I miss you.
But why
do you treat me so?
I am sorry once again, 
sorry for what I said, 
sorry for what I did.
Why do you still play these games?
I ask myself, Will it ever end?
I love you.
I do. 
But now it is time to ask you, Why?