The first time you love someone that isn’t your mother
But when they go, heartbreak is something you now know.
I met this girl the day I met my best friend, inseparable like we were brothers.
This was back in elementary school where cooties were a sickness, yet I had no belief.
Now anytime I think of these two it’s a bother.
Middle school, the crush became more, and the people I called friends were thieves.
They hated the thought of us dating and they decided to tear us apart.
The crush ended with hate and remorse, but I was dealing with myself with all the beef.
Because of this experience, I dealt with a lot of harm and weight in my heart
I grew up and I strengthened myself, yet I realized some mistakes and I wanted her back
Now the information I hold is the fuel I need for my art.
The girl and I continuosly talked, I thought we were getting back on track
But the road became blurred with confusion.
This is realized I’m similar to a road, my life began to crack.
My best friend was dating the girl I wanted, he knew and I felt I were in an illusion.
Hate and anger grew stronger, I felt depression and regret
Then I realized all friendships were meant to end in conclusion.