I love that your face is the first that I see
You help me
It is you that helps me
Me that needs you to tame Mohagony
Broken pieces of a heart
Held palm up on dissappointed days
You string them together one by one
Tie them in a bow around my finger for luck and blow with me to wish them away
If I were you Id want to be my friend to
Its gets better on the other side of forever
When what I we say today somehow is true
If I were you Id want to be my friend to
Glad, grateful, thankful I had enough good sense to choose you!
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