Good Ol' Days

I love you so much,
Yet we haven’t talked for some time.
I still hate seeing you,
When you’re not even mine.

You changed since last summer,
At the camp we were at.
That night around the campfire,
On the logs, where we sat.

You met that cool kid,
And talked for a little bit.
I left for an hour,
And then I came back to sit.

You’re just a little confused,
You got into the clique.
At first when you changed,
I thought you were sick.

You started to drift,
I could tell something was up.
And I finally noticed,
At the parties, your cup.

You started to drink,
And I guess do some drugs.
I miss the good days,
With your kisses and hugs.

I knew you since pre-school,
I loved you since then.
I still love you now,
But we’re older than ten.

We can’t just be friends,
With the state that your in.
All the things you do now,
To me, they’re a sin.

Can’t you just change,
To your original ways.
So we could go back,
To the good ol’ days.