We were such good friends
you worried about what people might think...
Like roses blooming in the spring and dying in...
All good things must come to an end...
You see the group of them
You wish you could belong...
Seems that no matter what I do
You're always two steps in front...
Look at you, standing there in all your glory
Smile as pretty as a picture, yet secretly...
Life gave me my grade today
I thought I deserved better but I guess I thought...
Tear through the books
Read them loud and clear...
I have little things that jog my memory.
That's when I remember everything I've lived for...
Drifting apart towards our friendship's demise
i cant believe it has come to an end...
Sing, my dear lovely, to light up the dark
with passion so blinding to idol the lark...
You are beautiful
Don't you forget...
Why do you still give me second chances after all...
If I was you I would not be my friend after one...