Friends

These days you're not here to toast to my proudest day.


Can't see my happiness, guess it's still dark where you are.

You don't understand how I grow flowers in the snow,
thinking I've got the underhand but you already know.

These days you don't like where I'm headed, so you act big headed, but I'm good where I'm at, make it happen on my own.

From atop your pedestal you look down, but as the sun stretches across the water I move further away from the drama.

Yeah

Just someone that I used to know.  Is that all we are?

Disapointment never felt so cold.

Take care.

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