I call you everyday,
I call you at 4pm...

What is a friend?
Is it just a word...

Seconds, Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks, Months...
From summer, The end seemed so far away...

Life is a circle,
It never ends, never stops...

You treat me like no other,
like I'm special...

The world is crumbling,
my world is shattering into pieces...

She wrote a poem about me, to show the world what...
She's only been talking to me for three days...

My friends are happy
My friends are few...

I was here in the summer
and u met me...

Your my true best friend.
You sit there and talk to me when i need it...

Your special to your Mom and Dad,
Your special to your friends...

I am following a love,
one that cant be seen...