Hard

She's my friend, she's your ex, i love you.

I love you, you love me, she loves you.

I'm your present, she's your past.

Our friendship grow so fast.

She can talk to me without you.

She can talk to you without me.

She can't still with three.

That's she, you and me.

I talk to her, since she's my friend.

I don't want our friendship to end.

But she's making a way for me to be cold.

Our friendship changed, not as like the old.

She's our concern now here.

Problem is not with her.

But doesn't mean, the problem is with us.

Sigh* I don't really want a past.