This one's for you my friend,
who sits alone
and is perfectly content.
This one's for you my friend,
who sings along
to their favorite songs.
This one's for you my friend,
who prays
for love to come their way.
This one's for you.
There's no promise of true love
to sweep you off your feet,
and there's no promise
that someone will notice your
god-awful day as you sit,
and there's no promise
that someone won't tell you
that you can't sing.
But please,
keep hoping for that true love,
because nobody can take that away.
And please,
keep singing to your
songs, your singing is
beautiful.
And please,
don't be afraid to say
that you are lonely
every once in a while.
Everyone struggles,
that's life,
now come here and sit.
I care, I'll listen, I'll try to help.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 12:08 AM UTC
This one's for you my friend,
who sits alone
and is perfectly content.
This one's for you my friend,
who sings along
to their favorite songs.
This one's for you my friend,
who prays
for love to come their way.
This one's for you.
There's no promise of true love
to sweep you off your feet,
and there's no promise
that someone will notice your
god-awful day as you sit,
and there's no promise
that someone won't tell you
that you can't sing.
But please,
keep hoping for that true love,
because nobody can take that away.
And please,
keep singing to your
songs, your singing is
beautiful.
And please,
don't be afraid to say
that you are lonely
every once in a while.
Everyone struggles,
that's life,
now come here and sit.
I care, I'll listen, I'll try to help.
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