The three musketeers, obviously inseparable
Even without knowing what to do at the table
Would always stick around like a brother
Even ending up just sitting beside each other
Two of them shared a special bond
Different backgrounds, still extremely fond
One never had to say a word
Even before that, it was heard
I had another association in between
Distances increased, the fondness still to be seen
When things ended, he came forward
With a big heart, he accepted the coward
Time passed, some amount accumulated
Even approximations varied, it was so backdated
But then each started on his own
Honestly, the expectation has grown
An argument was how it was sorted
I was even rude, some words, dotted
But it was a significant bill
And he was still, still
Things, obviously not normal post that
But here is the bit I am stuck at
When I think I was no wrong
I already wrote a song
Another invitation was also not enough
Now he was in huff
But still in touch with the third
Who was never the giving bird
At this place, I halt
Where, who is at fault?
Should I have kept mum?
Should I have waited for the sum?
Should it not have mattered at all?
Or he should have anticipated the fall?
It has been to too long for me
But should I have let it be?
Questions in my head, the heart has a side
I was not be treated like a tide
I was always there to take you to the shore
But does not mean I was a whore