Old Friends

Seeing your face makes me feel inside

Something I thought long ago had died

Breaking the silence, I'll be first to speak

Wonderin if your words will be a slap to the cheek

So many things I want you to know and hear

Am I making a mistake? Are there gonna be tears?

My hands are shaking, I'm taking a breath

Between you and me, is there still something left?

This shouldn't matter, we are just old friends

That had a love once that came to an end

I'm not going back, I'm convincing myself

I took all our memories, placed them on the shelf

This is just us, catching up and laughing about old times

But why does your face make me feel inside?