I sat at my desk
Scribbling on the paper...

My friend
You are tough...

I wish I could see
Your warm smile...

I thought of you as a friend
And Nothing more...

My friend is like a rose
Delicate and wonderful...

She sits in her room
Tears streaming down her face...

I grip the tool
That was used for the crime...

I was hurt
So many times...

I just sit there
Looking at the blood...

You used to be there
Right by my side...

Why do you have to go?
Why are you leaving...

I sit with my friend
That dark evening...