I heard her screams of joy,Her screams of pain.I held the umbrella for her, during her rain.Whether she loved me or not, I did not care,She'd always be my best friend wherever we went. I realise now that's what hurts the most.Not them leaving you but the linger of their ghost.And I realise now,that's the thing with friends,you love them to bits,then they just pretendthat...
