Friends Do

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Friends Do


You and me that's how it's been
Looking after one another

You always made me laugh
Always putting a smile on each other's face
Back then we were so young
Without a care

When I was scared you were there
Comforting me
Your smile, your eyes
Were so kind

But a part of me just didn't see
The other side of you

I just can't understand
How we got here
You not trusting me
How did it end up like this

We've known each other for so long
Never letting anything get in our way
We were best friends no matter what

You just walked out of my life
Without a care
Like everything meant nothing to you
Knowing it would hurt me

I just don't understand
And I never will
But I know this
I will always be there for you

That's just what friends do
That is what friends do.
Last edited by time_fox on Mon Nov 10, 2008 9:27 pm, edited 1 time in total.




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I like it, it's something everyone can relate to.
Especially the happy and comforting feeling in the first few verses and the sudden drop and change of attitude and emotion in the ones following... executed in such a depressive manner, the emotion conveyed.


Everything is great... except for a personal pet peeve.
Just a few overlooked spelling errors. Nothing big.

"Always putting a smile on each other's face"
"But a part of me just didn't see"
"Never letting anything get in our way"
"Without a care"

At least that's all I noticed.

Good job :D




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Good job! :D Its beautiful!
This is a story about a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world.

In every single letter. In every single word. There will be a hidden message about a boy who loves a girl.




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Thank you. ^^ Oh, and I fixed those little errors. Sorry about that.



Russets and tangerine shades of old gold flushing the very outside edge of the senses ... deep shining ochres, burnt umber and parchments of baked earth—reflecting on itself and through itself, filtering the light.
— Guildenstern (Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard)