past comes to present

when I think of you I feel doubtful of my own self, when I see you're name my heart hides, when I think of the years we were 'friends' I feel sadden by the time lost, when I think about giving you another chance I feel dumb for even entertaining the thought but then feel horrible by not, I feel you and I have grown to far apart sadly but for some reason I feel I need you still because you are all I know of a friend a best friend even when it wasn't the best it was all I knew all I still know I'm do good to anyone else and you aren't any good to me maybe that's why we belong together.