They say that friends are angels,
Angels in disquise...

I'm all broken up,
For all sorts of reasons...

So quietly she walks,
She wont let anybody hear...

* This poem is dedicated to Damon, his mom died...
I don't know what it feels like...

I can tell you like her,
I can see it on your face...

You\'re really not as special,
As you used to be...

You lead me on,
You watch me leap...

If I could hold the moon,
in the palm of my hand...

I wanted to sing a song for you,
But these words have no tune...