You might be best friends one year,
Pretty good friends the next year...
It scares me to know...
With each day I grow...
You're always there to help me,
You always make me smile...
I open my eyes,
I try to see but i\'m blinded by the white light...
You might be best friends one year,
Pretty good friends the next year...
If i touch a buring candle i can feel no pain, Cut me with a knife and it feels the same. |