Day after day it always replays, What I did – what I didn't say, regret is what I'd feel then to know that I have lost friend. Time goes on but still I think, (On) What I did to make our friendship sink, Sadness is what will sink in at last, and I fear as if the die is cast. If that day of which to mend, will only become what is all pretend, right now I'm asking as a friend can I ever make things right again? Will my conscience never ever be at peace? will this suffering never ever cease? such questions I often felt I'd asked then, hoping in the end we'd still be friends. But until such a day comes along, I will try to remain as ever strong, until the day that we see through, And be good friends as once I knew