Your friendly hand
touched me...
The florescent smell of yours,
The wonderful music all around...
It was a day ago tomorrow
that she told me about her sorrow...
A good friend is someone like you
Someone who you can confide...
We each have a story to tell,
whether mighty or somewhat frail...
Sweet dreams fallen angels
To the ones who were taken at a young age...
Best friends are temporary,
They should tell you beforehand...
Blind
I was...
You listen to me speak
You listen to me weep...
What stranger love is there
than to meet a stranger one day...
Once upon a time, a twice weekly acquaintance...
young, lovely, bubbly, intelligent, this friend...
I wanted to believe in
All your little lies...