Lost Friend Part 2
These voices are playing with my head
thinking about all the arguements and things that were said.
Maybe i let my madness get to me
because i still want you to be a friend to me.
Its like, in conversations your names pops up
like, me and her use to do this and all that stuff.
We both wrong in every way
but i still want my sister and i know you feel the same.
so can the past be the past, brought to an end.
because more than you ever know, i need my bestfriend.
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