Story Behind the Song
"I wrote this song six months after I got dumped by my ex-girlfriend, Marcy. It was a bitter breakup, especially because she refused to have contact with me which surprised me because during our relationship, she kept in touch with EVERY ex-boyfriend she had. She sent them Christmas cards, birthday cards, you name it! One day, about six months after our break-up, driving home from work, I saw her with her new boyfriend. It was enough time by then, I had reached a point that I could be happy for her... but at the same time, I felt jipped. I always wondered why I didn't get to be her friend. When I got home I had plenty to write about. This was five years ago so if you're reading this, Marcy, I hope you're living a happy life." - Chris Gonzalez, December 2000
Lyrics
Didn't Get To Be Your Friend
By Chris Gonzalez, Copywright 2000
I remember when,
You were crying.
You came to me because you needed my lovin'.
Sad songs played on your stereo,
For the shadows of your past.
But I held you and told you, "This pain will someday pass."
Now I wonder, where you are,
How you've been,
Have you gotten far?
Sentimental trips I try not to take.
I think of you and my heart breaks.
I didn't get to be your friend.
Sitting on your balcony, smoking cigarrettes.
We were two young thinkers with young ideas,
That almost never met.
But it was there that we got drunk on that white wine.
We both agreed that the choices we made were so blind.
Now I wonder, where you are,
How you've been,
Have you gotten far?
Sentimental trips I try not to take.
I think of you and my heart breaks.
I didn't get to be your friend.
Maybe that's the way things are,
I should take it.
But not knowing you at all,
Will I make it,
Without a warm hello, every now and then?
Why didn't I get to be your friend?
Do you remember when you're life was calling,
Right about that same time I was falling in love?
Now those same sad songs on my stereo,
Are the shadows of my past,
But who'll hold me and tell me this pain will someday pass.
Now I wonder, where you are,
How you've been,
Have you gotten far?
Sentimental trips I hate to take.
I think of you and my heart breaks.
I didn't get to be your friend...
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