You used to talk to me like I was the only one around.
You used to lean on me like the only other choice was falling down.
You used to walk with me like we had nowhere we needed to go.

We used to have this figured out;
We used to breathe without a doubt.
We used to have this under control.
We never thought. We used to know.
At least there's you, and at least there's me.

I used to reach for you when I got lost along the way.
I used to listen. You always had just the right thing to say.
I used to follow you.
Never really cared where we would go; Fast or slow, to anywhere at all.

Can we get this back?
Can we get this back to how it used to be?


I used to think that I have a best friend. Someone who had walked through half my times with me, someone who will always share what she/I have, someone who will always be there for me and someone who accepts me for who I am. We used to crap stupid nothings together. We used to have each other...

Used to.