The Friend
Behind aviator sunglasses she stares
She's so self unaware
Tosses back long hair
Keeps telling herself she's never quite there
A friend whose always there
She can wipe the tears from your cheek
But she's not quite on her feet
Greatest friend you'll ever meet
She tears herself apart
Cause she's stuck with a broken heart
Convinced she'll never get that far
She hurts like nobody could ever explain
And the way she breathes in air
There's a hint of pain
Many don't know the feelings she hides
When you find out you realize you've always seen it in her eyes
She'd have you fooled
She wished you were blind
Cause nobody can fix her mind
Broken beyond repair
A fake smile peeking out from her long hair
The pain she won't entirely share
How did she get there
A friend whose always there
She can wipe the tears from your cheek
But she's not quite on her feet
Greatest friend you'll ever meet
She tears herself apart
Cause she's stuck with a broken heart
Convinced she'll never get that far
She hurts like nobody could ever explain
And the way she breathes in air
There's a hint of pain
Paralyzed with contradiction
A problem with conviction
Her pain is her own addiction
There's no relief to her crazy pierced ears
Her fierce tattoos would have you thinking she's without fears
Nobody can tell her the things she needs to hear
No one will whisper "I love you" into that girl's ear
Copyright © Justine Cole | Year Posted 2009
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