i'm glad that you love him
and i'm glad that you were there.
i'm sorry that you lost him,
and he's no longer here,

but his memory still remains,
because you are here
to remember and maybe to forget.

you have a beautiful brain
with lovely worlds
and lovely thoughts
and never underestimate that.

My lips will quiver if you ask me
exactly how I am

And maybe my eyes will tell you one thing
and my voice will tell you, another
And though I'll attempt to replicate the smiles
That I pulled when I was younger
You may not take the surface
Instead doubt what's hiding under

I guess it's best to say,
I shouldn't attempt to answer
I know the tragic silence
Will describe my suffering better

This is what happens when i give you my heart
wrapped up in paper and ribbons-
it's delicate
and gifts are made to be kept

Like a stubborn flower
I'll bloom
but only in time

they call the progress of loving you-
falling
and of course im falling
it hurts
im raw, exposed
hurt absolutely everywhere
but thats the point-
i want to fall

if its for you, ill let myself hurt any day

Friend,
where have you gone?

Friend,
what have you become?

Lips are now red
Clothes with flowing threads
Tell me,
Who did this to you?

Was it that girl
who fooled your fragile heart
or was it that boy
who tore you all apart

I never chose to feel the pain
of our friendship slipping away
I never chose to feel the same
in every single day

But all this will not be the end
of the story of *two true friends