I met you in eighth grade
i was the new girl
fresh meat for people to rip apart
we became friends almost instantly
staying at each others house
telling secrets all throughout
but wait, whats this, we start to fight
day in and day out
now i avoid you
and try to stay away
but we worked it out
the other night you were upset
sad depressed and very confused
you didn't think id be there
you didn't think i cared
you said you wanted to cut your wrists
i told you you had better not
then later you said i was the reason you didn't do it
because i was always there for you
didn't you know thats what friends do
I'll always be here,
a ear to listen in times of need
a shoulder to cry on when no-one else seems to care
someone to make you laugh and smile
know this
I am your friend, and hopefully always will be........
