Friends
Ghost Boy
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I don’t want to pressure her
She’s melancholy all the time
We all saw the crutch break under my only friend
But I really only pretend to cry
But I wish that we were friends
And I wish that there were means to an end
They swear that she wants to smile
But there’s nothing I can say or do
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I’m hiding in her room
She invites me into bed
She’s dances to the words
She dances in my head
But I wish that we were friends
And I wish that there were means to an end
They swear that she wants to smile
But there’s nothing I can say or do
Late last night she got hit by a train