Find me here, behind my words. |
when you tell me that
I'm beautiful...
You told me again
and again...
Today
I'm feeling itchy...
All I saw were
your curves...
I ran from you,
a skittish yearling...
My need for you- |
Smooth out this corner here, |
Real friends, TRUE friends, don't stab you at all. They keep you from being stabbed. |