Friends in my life always come first,
next to my family of course.
Whether it be guys or other emotions, I'll
shed my tears and give it up.
I hate feeling bad for them, but if it makes
them feel good, then it's well worth it.
Friends have come and gone in my life, and I
keep making new ones, but there's only a few
that I can truly call my friends, my sisters
through life.
It might make me sad, but in the end, I smile
because they're happy.
Many times I've put up fronts, walls against
my own needs, wants, or even desires.
They've stood strong until now, they're
starting to crumble, fall, sink.
Will my friends stay my sisters when those walls are down for good? I don't know.
Only time will tell.
Then again, that's the tears of friendship.