Looking Back

Your way of expressing your friendship with me, is a shotgun blast in my head. All this bullsh*t, leaving me out, it makes me wish that you were dead... The rain has left now, but the puddles still remain, the one thing I know, it'll never be the same again. Looking back now at the stupid things we did, and all those things taht I wish I never said... Now we're stuck in a situation that's irreversible. I wish we could go back in time, but that's impossible