Pinkie to pinkie,
we swore forever we would,
be bestest friends,
two little girls,
skipping hand in hand,
bright smiles on our faces,
as we soon grew we opened up,
and grew apart,
our pinkies weakened,
our grip slipped away,
bestest friends we soon found others,
two teenage girls,
looking past each other as we pass,
we mine as well be separate country's let alone be best friends,
smiles didn't cross from ear to ear,
boys tore us apart,
and others split us up,
fights just made everything worse,
you soon gave up on us,
and turn to everyone other then me,
i soon broke down inside little by little,
as i looked in the mirror i saw the person looking back at me,
and i wondered what is it about me thats not good enough!
