We met as children,
grew up side by side,
friends in school,
sharing every ride.

A few years later,
we still held on tight,
I remember with love
that day in twilight,
when I was hurt,
and you rushed to my side,
I realized I loved you
in a way I couldn't hide.

You, who were a friend so true,
now you're the most special one too,
with whom I want to share it all—
joy and sorrow,
through every rise and fall.

You leave my side,
by this lake, I'm torn,
broken and weeping,
feeling so worn.
Then you return with sweet words to say,
"I'm sorry, my love,"
promising to stay,
but I, like a fool,
believe every line.

I've grown up now,
and I won't let you cause pain,
as you wake and say,
"Off to work, I'll train."
But like every day,
you come home so late,
drunk and stumbling,
what's your fate?

I don't doubt your wounds
will heal in time,
but I won't keep playing
this hurtful rhyme.

Grab your bags,
just go! What's the hold?
Leave now with your lover,
the one you want to behold.