When I was young, I had real friends
Friends who had excess love to lend
When the time came to leave, I left
Tried to forget, concience bereft.
The year was 2006
When she sailed cross the river Styx
She looked at me through the headline
Memory had gone; I felt fine.
Seven years later they return
The headlines never change, I learn
I watch the news and see her face
Remember I can't take her place.
If I bring up the topic anew
When I whine to myself in the night
I mumble in annoyance: 'Fuck you.'