They called themselves friends, and you called them that too,
but this thing they call friendship, is it really true?
For awhile it is all just fine,
then these friends are all saying mine.
When it comes to their problems- you always have an ear;
yet when you have a problem- they are never very near.
You begin to question what you value most,
and your friends enter your heart for a party for which you are the host.
Then when the party dies down,
your friends are not around.
Even if a friend remains one you would call a 'best'
you are afraid that they'll turn out like the rest.
So now my heart is dying and my will to live is too,
I am still dreaming for a love and friend that is really true.
~M~
