You say that we’re best friends
I wonder if it’s true
Do you really care in the end
About things in my life, old and new
Are you just using me to talk to
To tell me about the things you’re going through
As an instrument to calm and soothe you
To stitch up your wounds, pat you on the back too
I’m insecure, I don’t want to make you sore
You see, I’ve never had a real friend before
So I keep shutting my mouth and doing what you say
Till rebellion inside me grows to the size of an ocean
Maybe you get to live a fascinating life, the glamour seas
you get to sail
But that doesn’t mean that I don’t have my own stories
to tell
Everytime you ask for a bit, I give you my whole plate of
rice
But everytime I ask you for a favour, even if there’s
tears in my eyes
You never budge, you simply refuse
Or shout in anger and blow a fuse
But hey, best friend, I still need you
With all your faults and the wrong things you say and do
You make me laugh, you comfort me
When I’m depressed, or just need to be healed
I hope that things don’t ever change, that we always stay
best friends
Because I know, deep down in my soul – we’ll look out
for each other in the end


::tough times with the best friend...::