Some friends stab you in the back,
And others heal the cut...

There is this one guy,
Who loves me a lot...

I remember when we used to play kickball
And when we would go to the beach...

If you think the unthinkable,
Speak the unspeakable...

I remember when we used to play kickball
And when we would go to the beach...

He put on make up
And danced around...

You look at her bald head,
And laugh...

It's clearly not a poem. It's a speech for my...
It's still hard to believe that just like that...