She who I saw was not the she who I knew.

She used to be there for me.
We used to talk alot.
When we were younger,
I liked her more then I thought.

I lied to her, and I lied to myself.
I said I didn't like her,
and that I hadn't seen her in a while.
These were the the mistakes I made,
and the ones for which I will never forgive myself.

I had seen her after which,
and I recognized her instantly.
I could have said something,
but something made me shut my mouth.

For years I had told myself it was fear,
fear that I might become someone like her.
I told myself if we could just meet again,
I'd say something to her.

But I know none of this is true,
she was my freind, and this would always be.
But my freind was gone, this was not her, this image wasn't she.

My freind was nice, she knew she was cool.
She didn't need drugs or alcohal to tell her this was true.
She had me and the gang, and no one challanged her just to be cool.
So she who I saw was not the she who I knew.

So if I saw her again,
I'd say nothing at all.
I'd just smile to myself,
and remember my freind,
the side of her,
who I saw and who I knew.