Things have changed,

but most things do.

I'm scared that you think I've forgotten,

forgotten everything, forgotten you.


As if I could possibly forget our years together,

cut too short.

As if I could forget my best friend,

feelings that I still can't seem to sort.


You were the "man's best friend"

that filled this girl's life with light.

You were the one that made any day better,

and you were the one who would calm me down at night.


I use to make sure the back gate was locked,

just in case your curiosity took you far.

But now, things have changed, as most things do.


The gate remains open,

my heart remains broken,


you're now beyond the stars.