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Thomas McClain was a good friend of mine

I knew him quite well in the winter.

We ran in the snow holding hands

At least twice,

Yes, Thomas McClain was a good friend of mine.

He never cried

He never questioned his reason in life.

I’d scream, throw my mind of the floor

But he’d pick up the pieces with his bare hands

Let the shards bury deeper

So the better he could understand.

This lost girl’s burden became his plight,

Thomas McClain was a good friend of mine,

We ran through the rain at least twice

Yes, Thomas McClain was indeed a good friend of mine.

I never saw the black in his eyes

That he tired so hard to mask

Behind those stars

And water colored teardrops.



I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry I never left the records

You wanted by your door

And I’m sorry I never stopped in

To say hello

And I’m sorry I said I didn’t love you anymore.

I’m sorry I left the flowers you gave me

In the backseat of your car.

I’m sorry this lost girl’s burden became your plight.



We ran through the rain

At least twice.

I knew him quite well in the winter.

We’d walk through the snow holding hands

Not to slip on the ice

Yes, Thomas McClain was a good friend of mine.