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A Tough Friendship
Riding with him and a buddy
 Listening to some metal
 I could feel the tension rising
 While he’s pushing down the pedal
 
 Rolling up to a stop sign
 No cop no stop I say
 Our buddy looks left to right and smiles
 The end of another school day
 
 My thoughts go off in some distant land
 As I think to myself of what state I’m in 
 I’m with my friends what more could there be?
 Then I picture her walking up to me
 
 Stay away from him he’s mine she says
 But can’t you see that we’re just friends?
 I blink once, I blink twice
 And I think of what is right
 
 I could feel the tears coming
 My heart picked up its pace
 I looked straight ahead
 And tried to keep a blank face
 
 I think he was looking at me
 Wondering if I was okay
 Could he see that I was hurt?
 Or would he ask another day?
 
 Knowing that he came back
 Was the greatest thing of all
 When I saw him that first day
 I almost ran into the wall
 
 Oh how I remember the days
 When he got his pencil to draw
 I was jealous at first
 Knowing he’s the greatest of them all
 
 Then we all grew up 
 In some fantasy land
 He gave up drawing
 And I joined the band
 
 
 I snap back to reality
 My thoughts began to fade
 I feel an arm wrapped around me
 The memories that we made
 
 He drops off our buddy
 Squeals his tires just a little
 I hold on to the door
 As my hand starts to feel brittle
 
 See you tomorrow he says
 Maybe I say
 For you never know
 What might come another day
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