I felt some inspiration,
thought I'd lay down a few lines...

I'm sorry miss,
his servant said to me...

I can hear the echo,
of her pen tapping on her seat...

I know I could cry,
while it's cutting me up inside...

He walks in the door,
as I stumble to my feet...

I try to carry,
all this bagage that I've got...

There the bottle sits,
straight across the table...

Take a look around,
things just aren\'t the same...

Breathe In..
The pain will fade away...

Although she was alone,
in a way she was happy...

Although you're getting closer,
you are fading away...

This is for my best friend written by me in her...
You know you were there,You never left my side...