My best friend, the one who is always there.
My best friend, the one with golden hair.
My best friend, with a smile that is broken and a heart that means no harm.
My best friend hides her feelings, under her fearless soul.
Not a lot of people get to see my best friend in her true form.
Not a lot of people really appreciate what my best friend does for everyone else.
That makes you the foul presence hiding under your clothes like a vampire hides
from light,
That makes you the bad person, for withdrawing such delight.
I get to see this side of my best friend, not you. So before you go on judging take a look from another mans shoes, not mine. For your the one who mean’t such harm, not her, nor me, or them... But you.