I put these words here,
so perhaps you’ll understand why.
My heart tears up around you,
while I laugh on the outside.

Maybe you’ll understand
if you look in my album.
There’s a picture of me and you, there,
back from when we were young.

We were at the pumpkin patch,
leaning over one, perfectly round.
Back then, our smiles, they matched,
we thought so similarly back then, I found.

The sun shades your warm eyes,
hiding them from view.
But your smile, it shines,
so sweet, so true.

You were my shoulder to cry on,
the one I hugged when smiling.
You were the one who comforted me,
showed me that I was flying.

We fell together, slipped a lot,
but you always pulled me back up.
You were my lighthouse,
never failed to cheer me up.

You left me for the first time last year,
I didn’t quite understand why.
I felt that I was at fault,
what else could make our friendship die?

I found out too soon the answer,
made my heart break.
Popularity crushed those long years,
and made us both into fakes.

You left me for the populars,
left me in the dust.
You rushed and tried to reach the stars,
forgot about me in the rush.

I heard all those rumors,
those things you said behind my back.
I made myself keep a brave face,
when I was breaking inside, in fact.

But then when you fell hard,
you fell into my open arms.
Our happiness erased those tears,
made our friendship whole and warm.

We laughed together once again,
and we helped each other up.
But secretly my heart was crumbling,
as I braced myself to tell, to fess up.

For this time I was leaving,
I would leave you behind.
And those long nights I spent,
I spent trying to find some peace of mind.

And my dear best friend,
you should know that I’m crying now.
Because the fears I have,
of leaving you forever, how?

My fear is you’ll forget me,
I’ll collect dust in your mind.
You will laugh about me to new friends,
and perhaps I will, in kind.

My fear is I’ll never see you,
years of friendship, flushed down the drain.
I’ll read a notice about your death,
and have never seen you before then.

My fear is you’ve never liked me,
have faked it all these years.
And that my friendship with you shall end,
like it has before, with only my tears.

Now you’ve seen why
I hurt inside when I see you.
Why I try to hold every moment,
why I cling too tight, too.

I don’t know how your years will pass
after this one big break.
If you will forget me,
when I leave and you finally wake.

But I know that you’ll be in my heart,
and I’ll see you when I sleep.
You’ll be the link to my old life,
the one link that I will keep.