February 17 2009
Caught in my throat
Are the words so simple to say
Why is it so hard just to ask
If you want to hang out one day
Everyday for a year or so
We would hang outside
Tell me why it is now so hard
To tell you how I feel inside
Your face is so familiar
A light contrast to my dark
We may have changed
But we are the same in out hearts
Would you be willing to
Make our friendship fly
Well, I guess friends don’t always last
But we can sure as hell try
I can’t tell what you think
When I am walking at your side again
I can’t tell if you’ve moved on
Or if you’re in the same hell I’m in
Lilac Ann Black
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