I look at my arms all covered in scars
I look up at the sky and count all the stars...
We were the best of friends
All summer long and through the fall and winter...
Those days were captured
on the postcards I sent home...
I guess I was your friend
I was always trying to blend...
What is your problem?
Why do you do this to me...
The most painful wound
is the relief less one...
What if we
Where met to be...
.:Although I’ll always love you:.
.:and remember the times we had...
Your name is Hope
but you don't offer much hope to me...
My heart grew tight
My head began to hurt...
You were my friend
i thought u were an angel...
Friends are always there
Just to say they care...