Friends
Friends come and they go.
Like a careless whisper, or a caressing breeze.
They can stick to you like glue, or perhaps sicken you like flu.
You can hang out, or fight.
They can be stout or bright.
Whichever, not a single one lasts forever.
Like a careless whisper, or a caressing breeze.
They can stick to you like glue, or perhaps sicken you like flu.
You can hang out, or fight.
They can be stout or bright.
Whichever, not a single one lasts forever.
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