This past week has been a strange one
Lazy, new and good and bad
Feelings come and go and change and
Move to a bigger city
Leave home and face the pity
I'd rather stay in bed
Knowing that it won't be pretty
I've wasted a year or so
I lost my will some time ago
Frustration comes when friends succeed in doing things
But then again that's me
I want to be a good friend
I want to find my best friend
Someone who wants to stay
Someone who doesn't go away
