I have never looked upon your face
but Daily my world you grace
I speak with you like I've known you for years
telling you of all my joys and fears
Judge me not by words I speak
but by actions that we reach our peaks
Oh faceless friend to whom I feel so close
Storys of happy times we boast
to our pasts I say a toast
that the flames of sorrow our soul they did not roast
Woe faceless friend I tell storys I never have
talk for hours and we speak of our dads
you told me how he'd raise his hand
I told you how I will never see mine again
You spoke of luck
I told of lies
it brought you happyness
it made me cry
Oh faceless friend I am
never showing my face again
Woe a friendly face I see
always staring back at me
No endless void can be when two of us stand as three
oh a friendless face I be, broken mirror nolonger resembles thee
In woe I say to thee, my friendly face look unto me.
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