You'll get hurt
physically, and mentally...
Everyday walking the halls alone,
how many more days can I take...
Just tell me this...
Do you remember back in first grade, in the sun...
I know that you hate me,
But i never really understood why...
I keep my paintbrush with me where ever i go
In case I need to cover up...
Like a needle in a haystack,
true friends are hard to find...
If i had one wish
my wish would be...
Mom, your more than just a mom
you do so much for us but no one...
Things change
and people go...
It started as two friends brought together by...
not knowing that we would end up best friends...
I trusted you
believed in you...
Every day, every month, every year
As far back as I can remember...
People look at us and stare
as we walk down the hall...
I stare into the mirror
looking into an unfamiliar face...
You and me the bes test friends that any one could...
but everything got turned around and you chucked...