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A Friend I Called Home
When you said you would never leave me alone
When you said you would always care
When you said you would always understand
To be that friend that I cherished
When a passing had came
When the funerals were made
When I was the last person left to find out
To be that friend you pushed away
When I would be angry
When I wouldn't see through your eyes
When I couldn't hear your heart
To be that friend who came to her sense much too late
Now all there is are winding paths
Now all there is are false tales
Now all there is are invinsible pain
To be that person left standing with no hand of yours to hold
There won't be another pure laughter
There won't be another me
There won't be another you
