The so called friends don't exist,
Because they are never there...
My friends are below,
The ones of this year...
We amble along beneath the trees
Across my face blows a gentle breeze...
Always there beside me
helping me get by...
I wish I was there,
I wish I knew what to say...
I made a new friend,
he was always so sad...
There's a heart crying
Dealing with much pain...
You stare at me
with eyes full of tears...
I want to hold you by my side
Soaking up all the tears that you have cried...
Why have we grown apart
Why have we torn our hearts...
Friends are there through
good times and bad...
She is beautiful
And everyone wants to be her friend...