It's the anger of the horrible confession;
It's the anger of the following depression;
It's the anger of the words that take their toll;
It's my anger, it's your anger, it's our fall.
Unbearable, your agonising threat;
Intolerable are the words you'd said;
So easy close and lock our future's door;
So simple cross it out forevermore.
It's frightening me - what happens from now on,
A terrifying thought of someone gone;
I'm scared of what of destiny we made,
Of where we go from here I am afraid.
I wish you weren't able to afford
A risk to fracture our bond with words;
There's only pain, no affection shed,
It only hurts, your words, that I regret.
If must you leave, then be it, please though stay.
A day will come, and we'll each go our way...
I'm sorry for what you won't understand,
Still, all the same, I love you, my dear friend.