you smile and laugh but I know it's pretend.
You know we've always been the best of friends -
but I see more than you can comprehend.
You take another drink and fake a smile,
you'll start to crave it in a little while.
You spill your secrets, swallow back the bile -
does feeling nothing make the drink worthwile?
What happened to us, where did childhood go?
When did true happiness become a show?
A casual drink became a constant flow -
the purity of youth seems long ago.
I will be here to catch you if you fall,
I'd rather you slip than not quit at all.
So when the bottle's empty, make one call -
I'm here to lean on till you can stand tall.










Maria 





























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