My Crappy Poem For You, Dear Friend

We laugh and we play
We act as if we'll never get old
Nothing can stop us now baby

Your hand is in mine, as I pull you through the hallway
Our teachers look at us with their stares
They'll never understand us

I call you at three in the morning, never could sleep
But you'd never let me down, you always press that talk button
Even if you were having the best dream in the world

We say things we don't mean
We act immature
But we still know we'll get over it in the end

Is this my crappy poem that I wrote for you?
You better believe it.

Our friendship will never die.