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Am I Your Friend? Am I your friend? Do you really care about me the way I care about you? We use the term best friends, but is that just me? But is that truly what I am to you? Do I think more of you than you think of me? When my usefulness is gone, will you also leave? Why do these questions haunt me so? I worry about the future, like an endless sea of doubt. Doubting myself and others, will I ever be happy.
Why do people give up on me? Am I a bad person? That they should shun me? I pray for my friends. I help them when I can. I never give up on a friend. It’s not in my nature. If I haven't heard from you in a long time, I reach out to you. I reach out to you. I never give up on a friend. It’s not in my nature. When you are alone, you will remember me. You will remember that I never gave up on you. But you gave up on me. For I am only here when no one else is. But still, I am here. I never give up on a friend. It’s not in my nature.
Each spring day I think of you. I wonder where life would have taken us. I wonder if we would have fought through my teen years. Is this image of you that rolls around in my head true? Or just the memory of a girl who lost her mom. Would you be here for my kids? Do you watch us from above? Are you proud of me or did I let you down? Each day that goes by, I remember you less. Only through photos are my memories clear. Each day that does by, your voice fades more. I wonder where life would have taken us. How different would life be if you were still here? Is the dream in my head true of just? Or just the wish of a girl who lost her mom.