Looking Back

I'm sitting in my room, thinking about the good times we've had.

I'm standing outside, waiting for you to come out and play.

I'm calling your number, wanting you to answer.

I'm writing you a letter, to ask you to come over.

I'm writing your name because I am so bored.

I'm screaming and yelling; cheering you on.

I'm always there when you need a friend.

I'll always know you'll be there too.

I'm looking back on all the memories we share.

But most of all, I'm just seeing what a great friend you've been.