But friends we have been.
Forever and it wasn’t to be cut short,
An array of memories we've foreseen.

The troubles come to us, fast, not clean.
The friendship we built is not. We restore
An array of memories we've foreseen.

Neither can understand, neither knows the means,
A puzzle or trivia of some sort
But, friends we have been.

The betrayal and dishonesty; fights become extreme.
The loyalty and trust. We distort,
an array of memories. We foreseen

The healing we want, so fast and so keen.
To see the other how we once adored.
Friends. We have been,

We hold on until solely complete.
Going forward, every choice is unsure
But friends? We have been.
An array of memories. We foresee.