There I sit, alone and thoughtless, then it hits, then I am speechless again before you...
There you are, rocking out. Stars above you shine as you make your way through, I love you so much and though your just a friend, I think of it the other way, Im going to be better then you today!
When the red rose wilts, I'll become the power, unleashed from your very self. When the red rose wilts, I'll retain the power from your strain, pain, stained, I can see inside your brain, and now, I feel, so hurt, for robbing what you had before me...and I...
Don't even want to try after you die, I know you had that position first. I'll just lay back and relax...let the wind carry your pride, my friend...my friend...my friend...my friend...
When the red rose wilts, I'll become the enemy again. When the red rose dies, I'll open my eyes...let you breathe, suck it all in...my friend, inhale your pride, this was your life...and I take it from you...no way, just let you have whatever you wish...and I'll stay away, hands free from that every single day...
When the red rose, wilts...
Reason for writing:
You cannot take a talent away from your best friend, my old friend John wuz pretty good on guitar and I've always been pretty amature. Sure I can be better, but you should let your friend stand in the spotlight, especially if he or she passes away.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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