Alright, the first time I saw you, and you were standing in the library, looking all cool and then you say Hi that one time...
Then you went and hang with your friends at the club, and I hated every single fiber of you.
Now you don't write, and you don't call, you don't even show your face around anymore (hey that rhymes)
Look, I am sorry, I may be too harsh on you, but maybe we can still be friends?