How It Used To Be

We used to be friends,
we used to hang out.
A lasting friendship,
we had no doubt.

We used to talk,
we used to laugh.
We would have died,
without our other half.

We were like sisters,
walking the same route.
Until the sad day,
I found out.

You just used me,
for the longest time.
This feels worse,
than a federal crime.

How could you do this,
I'm not something you can throw away.
Was it all my fault.
the reason you didn't stay?

I want it all back,
just you and me.
Back to the beginning,
of how it used to be.