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Help, help, help,
I scream in my head,
I'm scared, I'm scared,
I think my best friend might be dead,
she's talked about it,
she's told me her plans,
I never believed her,
now look were I am,
I'm sad, I'm depressed,
I want her back,
she was my best friend,
She never let me be bad,
she would never try to make me sad,
but I guess she failed,
or maybe it was me,
If I had listened,
she would be sitting here,
next to me,
with her usual smile,
and skip in her step,
but now that's all gone,
over, done with,
my life,
its spinning,
heading for a rock,
I hang my head in shame,
how could it stop,
our friendship,
our visits,
our girls night outs,
eating chocolate and braiding each other's hair,
and laughing over the boys we liked,
I scream in my head,
I'm scared, I'm scared,
I think my best friend might be dead,
she's talked about it,
she's told me her plans,
I never believed her,
now look were I am,
I'm sad, I'm depressed,
I want her back,
but it is my fault,
I know that for sure,
now I am dyeing from sadness,
which their isn't a cure.
I like squids, and fennec foxes, and waffles, especially waffles, I own a squirrel named bob, he lives under my bed.   saphire123214 · Tue Oct 23, 2007 @ 12:39am · 0 Comments |
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