Going, Going Gone - Friend
My friend is going,
They come and they go,
Yeah the wind is blowing,
And im begging no,
The sadness and anger has arrived,
The tears are falling,
Starting from the eye..
Whose name should I be calling,
I feel it, it feels like pain,
Hopefully the people reading this,
Can tell theirs a flood where it rains,
I love this friend whose like a sis,
Yet my eyes are deceived,
From the eternal and empty bliss..
From the pain from the scars,
I guess this is my gift Ive received,
From the far land called far,
The day after tomorrow,
She'll be gone and misplaced,
But what friend will borrow,
A few days,weeks, or years of her place.
Shes a beautiful memory,
a stunning friend,
Hopefully she'll remember me,
So we can see each-other then.
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