This Friend
Maybe she's not perfect
This friend of mine
She has her faults,
but who doesn't?
I'm sure I do...although
I can only guess
Sometimes...I know I'm cruel
I realize it, but am unable to control it
I think - how can I be saying this,
but nothing helps
I also know I pry,
then again - everybody wants someone
- to tell their secrets to
Someone whom they can trust, or don't know
That is my best quality, I believe
My most daring being my trust in others
So...this friend of mine
No, she's not perfect,
but, then again, if she were
She wouldn't be the perfect friend.
