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Death of a Friendship I wanted to love But my love was misplaced I wanted to give But I had nothing You'd take I wanted to help but instead I hurt I wanted to laugh but now I just cry Little to smile about I weep and I sigh Mourning our friendship gone, buried and lost Mourning our friendship Soon turned to dust For you my dear Rhonda, I wanted be The best friend you Ever would see Instead I became a thorn in your side a friendship once close has now grown old and died The brightest of all flowers wither and fade The best of all friendships go down to the grave [ Go Back ] |