My Best Friend And I felt sorry for him For I had been stricken by someone before- Have their love be your love And their joy be your joy He swept on his knees And he sat around to do nothing but to please her But her love was his torture And her joy was his misery

64 Batman and red wine. Excuses and more red wine. That's how he lives his #life.

And so I've framed your face, with an indigo goodbye. And sometime I get lost, in all that is fear. And I think I know where my mind has gone. And I've never figured out what's black an what's white. And I keep breathing, so I keep thinking. And I don't know how long it's been. And I sink and I sink, but I stay above ground. And neither lost nor found, I keep my shoulders raised. And as time goes on, I've spent no time on your callous mind.

And so the dance begins. One way I look he's kissing her, the other side I turn, he's suddenly my friend. Acting like nothing's odd, acting just like before. I hate this unspoken deal, we're friends when she's not around. All the laughs and stories recollected. Sharing new ones too, what happened while he was ignoring me. What an expected twist.

crmdj Oh so cute, head to toe. Eyes of cotton, hair that glows. A bite worse than her bark. Filling the hole in your heart. I'm stuck to her, like she's made of glue.