I grip the tool
That was used for the crime...
Everywhere I turn
Everywhere I look...
My friend is like a rose
Delicate and wonderful...
Why do you have to go?
Why are you leaving...
My friend
You are tough...
You guided me through the dark
Caught my every fall...
I sit with my friend
That dark evening...
You used to be there
Right by my side...
You thought I was your friend
You tried to talk to me...
She talked about
So many things...
She sits in her room
Tears streaming down her face...
I wish I could see
Your warm smile...