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ty for caring
Ty for being my friend (making me smile)
Ty
For being my friend, for daring to care
And being aware, that I was fragile
And could easily break
Ty
For listening with an open mind, open heart
For all those nights, I felt so lonely and sad
Full or fright
Ty for innocently flirting with me
Keeping me company, when I was so in need
Of just a little love
Ty
For seeing the man, behind the mask
For never needing to ask, why
Just accepting, that you and I
Had formed a special friendship
A sprinkle of love perhaps, simple just that
I am beginning to cry, as I say goodbye
To you
Please don’t forget me
Don’t forget that you and I, for a little while
Were a we,
For in each other we had found
Moments of silent harmony
I miss my mum
Guess i wont remember her, once they are done
They are coming to take me away now
To a happy place, where life is beautiful all the time
Where I will be pleased to see those doctors
In there clean white coats, ready to prod and poke
Little old me
Fixing what’s wrong inside my head, with electricity
I now wander these corridors, not knowing who I am
Lobotomised, dammed
Please never forget who I was, who I am
Ty
For being my friend, for daring to care
And being aware, that I was fragile
And could easily break
Ty
For listening with an open mind, open heart
For all those nights, I felt so lonely and sad
Full or fright
Ty for innocently flirting with me
Keeping me company, when I was so in need
Of just a little love
Ty
For seeing the man, behind the mask
For never needing to ask, why
Just accepting, that you and I
Had formed a special friendship
A sprinkle of love perhaps, simple just that
I am beginning to cry, as I say goodbye
To you
Please don’t forget me
Don’t forget that you and I, for a little while
Were a we,
For in each other we had found
Moments of silent harmony
I miss my mum
Guess i wont remember her, once they are done
They are coming to take me away now
To a happy place, where life is beautiful all the time
Where I will be pleased to see those doctors
In there clean white coats, ready to prod and poke
Little old me
Fixing what’s wrong inside my head, with electricity
I now wander these corridors, not knowing who I am
Lobotomised, dammed
Please never forget who I was, who I am
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