Don't you regret being my friend?
After everything I did to you
Nothing could make up for that
I know you're the forgiving type
Even though you owe me nothing
Love was what you gave me
Love, that's what you called it
After only two months
Really, what did you expect me to do?
Something tells me you probably didn't know
Either way, it would've been disaster
Nothing could have prepared us for the end
Love is a strange language
Others think they know what it means
Very rarely do they actually comprehend
Even the greatest philosophers
Don't they understand you can't know love?
Maybe love is really simple
Except for you and me