She writes poems all night
then cries her self to sleep...
One second she is your friend
then the next she isn't...
Beginning with the condom rip,
Ending with a birth...
I love your eyes
And the way they stare...
What is a friend?
a heart breaker...
Here we go swinging
To the treetop...
We met upon the internet
Our keyboards as our voice...
Quoth the owl, "Who".
Quoth the chicken, "Why?"...
We are Friends
I got your back...
You're so sure
I'll leave you in the end...
Times get tough,
And your always there...
You were there,
When I was all alone...