friends are for
slamming doors
you're runnig to0wards
then you smach to the floor
friends are land
like a pool of sand
you think you can stand
the you're throwing hands
friends are a light
like a burst of light
and when it strikes
you loose your site
friends are high
up in my sky
blocking my
sweet sun that shines
and now i know this much at last
im growing cold but strong and fast
friends are alone
like a stepping stone
and when you've grown
they are physically gone
friends are fast
like a blade of grass
when you give it the gas
they split right in half
and now i know
this much is true
i'm growing cold
but missing you
friends show up
when you give up
and help you up
and keep you up
and make you good
and keep you good
make you feel good
sometimes really good
and now i know this much at last
im growing cold but strong and fast
and now i know this much is true
im growing shy and missing you
No comments:
Post a Comment