I’m crying,
The tears are slowly going,
I’ve got a problem,
I can find a way out,
I’ve got a friend.
My friend has got a friend.
I’m a friend with my friend.
A friend is not a friend,
Without a friend,
That’s my friend,
My friend,
Who’s got a friend. But when I get ready to die, will my friend let me go or hold me close. Wish I knew the true answer to this longed question
By: YOUR BELOVED TWEETY
