I used to feel free to call
To ask you how you were
Now I get this impression
That you would rather I not
I keep trying but I see
That each attempt makes you
Like me less
Melancholy regret
I miss being your friend
We still are I guess
But I don't quite feel it anymore
I'm not sure how this happened
Someday I hope
Things go back to
How they used to be
Until then, I will wait
