Friends
Ur life seems good when they r around u.....
Everything seems true, when they surround u...
There is something special what they think about u....
Bcoz of this things i think they define u.....
I think u just got what i m trying to pretend....
As life, till it lasts u gonna have them till the end....
Bcoz they r not those things who gonna change up wid the trend....
And they make ur life beautiful they are called friends....
Standing on the edge... Waiting for your call... Will you call my name? or be a reason for my fall?