Goodbye to my dearest friends

Once I send the message And I hope they respond While deep down I just pray they don't. But it's so hard to just walk away. Even when I'm determined, They sends a message And I want to try again. Little by little further away And when they got used to it, I sent anything one day. Why did I do it? "I hope he doesn't answer." "I hope she goes away." Endless conflict, caused by love in a way. Though inside, I just wanted to spend a... A good last time. But even if my chest hurts or becomes small That doesn't mean I have to go back. © Vune