Days spent together,
The days that we had,
Added together weren't all that bad.
Five plus Two minus Three equals Four.
Me, for who I am, is what you genuinely saw.
'We're just Two different people'� ' not meaning to slur,
Now we're split ' we're him
and her'�

Idolised by you, viewed close to perfection,
Your vision of me ' a blunt misconception.
Suffocated and smothered, feelings of guilt,
Bogged down by your obsession ' the layers well built.
Seven plus Two ' the square of Three,
You don't want the heartache caused by me.

My best friend at one point,
My most hated at another;
You had me crying,
you had me running for cover.
One squared, plus Four, drop the Three equals Two,
The number of months to get over you.
I still think of you from time to time, - no
I'm spent in thought of when you were mine.

And then there's you,
Like no one before.
To you I've opened my soul,
you've set me free to soar.
There is no equation to simplify us,
there's simply a bond of Friendship and Trust.
About you'� what can I say?
You're my inspiration and you light my way.

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