My friend, she’s a wild one,
Long brown hair and blue eyes,
Dazzling smile, stinging sarcasm.
My friend, she knows words,
Words that captivate me ,
Stories I crave.
My friend, she tells me things will be alright,
She loves me the way I am,
Broken, shattered, cannot love myself.
My friend, she is hurting,
Words and shoutings cage her inside,
She tries to break free, but she is hurt,
I tell her things will be alright,
That I love her the way she is,
Broken, shattered cannot love herself.