Hi, Best Friend.....
I open the door and I see her standing there.
I look into her eyes, and it makes me want to cry.
Seeing her standing there, staring with her vicious glare.
I can’t believe I used to say that girl with her vicious glare
Was my best friend, until the day I die.
I open the door and I see her standing there.
Now she does not say a word to me, just standing there.
Her eyes are avoiding mine.
Seeing her standing there, staring with her vicious glare.
I can tell she is avoiding my stare.
Avoiding the fact that our friendship was a lie.
I open the door and I see her standing there.
She lied when she said she did care.
She was such a disappointment and it makes me sigh,
Seeing her standing there, staring with her vicious glare.
She grew up too fast for me to bear.
Now that she left me, I guess this is goodbye.
I open the door and I see her standing there,
Seeing her standing there, staring with her vicious glare.
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