You were high when I met you, now you're fallen like a leaf from a tree. What are friends for? Well, you tell me. Because I honestly don't know. And I've given up trying. It doesn't seem worth it anymore. It puzzles me to why I tried to begin with.

Yes, you've changed. So've I. So has everyone. But whether we change or not, it isn't the question. Change's the only thing constant, in this stupid world. It's what we change into-I wonder if you realise. I'm not one to speak, myself. But I do recognise and respect limits. Do you, have you been? Somehow I doubt that. I'll tell you this. I hate what you've become. Hate's a strong word, but hey. I'm trying to be honest. For a change. All your talk about changing? Well, that's velleity at its worst.

And I honestly regret-Regret everything I'd ever tried for you. It seems so inane. But then, when I think of it. It's all been more than worth it. What've you gained, what've I? You've not left me with much to say. Thanks for the memories; Though now, you're gone with the wind. Out of sight, out of mind? I'm working on that. Do what you want. Do whatever you want. It doesn't concern me. Count me out.