She is my lost friend.
Sometimes when i do something, i think about her...
We had been friends for eight years,
now I'm sitting her and my eyes are full of tears.
I din´t know what went wrong,
i fought our friendship was strong.
I guess I'm wrong, without her I'm al alone.
There´s no one like her, and never will be..
I wish she would come back and make my heart free.
I can´t stop thinking about her, and why.
Why went it al wrong? Why wont she call me?
When i called,I try-ed explain it all,
but i guess my words where to small..
i can´t find myself like i find me in you,
and i want you to know that i..
i miss you.
