i cried to the moon last night about them
i cry every night, starting at least half-past ten
i miss them, i love them, what did i do wrong
we all grew up too soon,
what a shame, but what can you do?
I've held on too tight, my hands are now a fright
my shoulders can no longer carry,
our friendship is a poisoned berry
too sour, bitter, and everything in between
i cried to the moon last night about them
i cry every night, starting at least half-past ten