There's an old saying
If you love someone, set them free.
If they come back they're yours; if they don't they never were.
In 5th grade, you were like family
I loved you like a brother
But you went to a different school
in junior high
I lost you for three years
What a mess those three were
Through a chance of coincidences
You ended up being a transfer to my high school
And now, we text more
We kind of talk
Depends on what you'd call talking
But, you've come back
You came back
You may call me a friend
But I call you something else
I call you a best friend
If you love someone, set them free.
If they come back they're yours; If they don't they never were
