Thomas Conner


For Love or for Friendship


The best time of my life
Was when I was with you
We had great times
And I thought at times, “This is too good to be true”

Everything seems to go wrong in my life
I gain great and lost great
As if my is accounting, everything must balance
Gaining love and losing friendship await

I didn’t see any of it coming
Nine months later it happened…again
My life is accounting, everything must balance
Losing and gaining you, we’ve gone trough think and thin

And I promise you
Next time thing will be different I swear
Good times gone greater are on the way
Because losing you….for both of us…was unfair

For love or friendship
You can only rely
On yourself and yourself only
So when it comes to it…its up to you to decide

Submitted: Sunday, November 11, 2007
Edited: Sunday, April 24, 2011

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