I used to have a best friend
I used to have a dog
But as time seems to pass
All these thing are lost
My friend was always nice
Well almost all the time
But time would take it all away
Just as gold will lose its shine
We used to talk for hours
All about ourselves
But soon we stopped talking
And lost the trust we held
Soon that trust had turned to hate
And pain became my friend
That one I used to love
Gave a wound too deep to mend
So as I gave in to death
And lost the joy of life
I just didn't move at all
So soon O' friend of mine
 TheCrossedNova · Mon Aug 25, 2008 @ 11:28pm · 0 Comments |
