Written in 6th grade 4 the Clique Chicks. LONG STORY! Just ask Hannah, she has that kind of time on her hands...no offense Hannah. (sry 'bout all the repitition, it's how I write)
Sometimes, I feel alone.
Sometimes, I feel afraid.
Sometimes, I feel, so disconnected,
Because of that friend!
That friend, who was mine and mine to keep!
That friend, who turned her back around.
That friend, who was oh so dear to me!
That friend, who bid farewell silently,
That friend.
Sometimes, we get in figts.
Sometimes, we part our ways.
Sometimes, we get ma-ad,
Because of eachother.
That friend, who was mine and mine to keep!
That friend, who turned her back around.
That friend, who was oh so dear to me!
That friend, who bid farewell silently,
That friend.
Sometimes, I feel happy.
Sometimes, I feel great.
Sometimes, I feel, my spirits lift,
Because of that friend.
Sun 19 Apr 2009, 1:10 am