Four years down, we still chat up
He still calls me and I still pick up
We tell each other every small this and every tiny that-
He tells his feats and I tell my wars.

I know his flaws all too well
But I know his good all the more better
I know I would fight off the devil for him
About him though, I could never tell.

I think somewhere deep within, I know
This friendship is deep but not for long.
For the day, She gives the stare
He would leave ; with neither a tear nor a care.

So I cherish each second, each day
For it brings us a page nearer to the end.
For the day is not far, when the story ends
And we go back to being strangers-by-years.

Starts out all fun sharing with Friends.

Sad how it always seems to End.

You want to stop and say you can.

I'll cut back to every now and then...

I'm late for work,can't pay my rent.

Wondering where all my money has went.

Starts with a little leads to a lot.

Fun is fun but this is not.

The parties, the places the people I meet.

I always thought it was all so neat.

The drugs, the *****,the women too.

Just looking around it what it done to you.

I see it now but didn't before.

Always too busy looking for more..

It's time to stop and move ahead.

I'm really lucky I could be dead