June thirteenth,
Eight o\'clock...
No matter who it is
Bob, Billy, or Don...
She thinks she doin good
she thinks its best for ya...
The day she was supposed to come down...
She was bound for the ground...
To my dearest friends,
The friends that never make me cry...
I\'m sorry but...
I gotta tell you this...
My best friend is very special to me,
she can be added to the family...
I just don't seem to understand,
why I'm sad right here at hand...
One day he's one guy
the next day he's another...
I don\'t know why
But I feel so jealous...
This isn't my fault
and this isn't what I wanted at all...
Weird how you think I'm over this
you have no idea how much your missed...