You ask me what did you to me...
I tell you that why should it matter our...
I poured my soul into my friend
But she broke it even more...
You said you were there,
but when i call your no-where...
Tears pour down my face
like acid of revenge...
You and me only met, so young
playing at the park,dancing having so much fun...
Harsh words cause broken friends
and you can't ever go back...
I told myself every time.
She loves me...
Soft winds rustle the world.
Gentle sways from one side to the other...
We met at the age of three,
forever we always said...
WE SAID FOREVER TOGETHER
IN GOOD TIMES AND BAD...
Take the moment
And start it out just right...
People argue [[change]] is what you have to
do as you get older, but in {reality} you change...