Am I a good friend?
That depends on how I view you...
Guns from your father
Guns from your hip...
Different but same, you can see
pine cones, acorns falling from trees...
Absorbing
words through my eyes...
I wish I was there,
I wish I knew what to say...
How do I help someone else
When I can barely help myself...
My friends mean
The world to me...
These three pixies
are my magical flowers...
I don't want it to hurt
I don't want the tears to fall down...
Loneliness is a feeling,
Not a fact; as some may think...
I see you fighting yourself,
In a battle youre struggling to win...
Always there beside me
helping me get by...