Friendship never meant so much until I stumbled across an old letter, you marked it with a kiss. I could still smell you as if you were right there, as if I could run my fingers through your hair. Wow! what a feeling but you don't want to be my friend. You've killed two birds with one stone, congratulations. That yellow rose I picked for you it's in my room. It's better days have gone away. I clean up the mess it's made and save what remains. I put it in a box and save it for another day. A day in which will never end because now I know that you're not my friend. I know you know we've got to let you go, it's not so bad I tell you. Just what the hell am I to say, I'm not that cool. I'll get it wrong but anyway, we don't want to be so cool or at least just not like you. And I said it in a song, yes you do look pretty today but I'll never say it again because you're not my friend. Wow! what a feeling but you don't want to be my friend. You've killed two birds with one stone, congratulations. Friendship means so much more now that I've stumbled across an old letter, you sealed it with a kiss. I could still smell you as if you were right there, as if I could run my fingers through your hair. Wow what a feeling, no I don't want to be your friend. We've killed two birds with one stone, congratulations.
