I’m sorry
I’m sorry I can’t be her friend anymore
I’m sorry I can’t change her mind
I would if I could
I know you want us to be friends again
I think I want that more than you do
My heart is being torn out of my chest
There’s nothing that I can do about it
I used to think I need her in my life
I don’t think I do anymore
I still miss her, and I just want to be her sister again
So is this what grief really is?