We're born alone, we die alone
and in between, we spend our lives looking, for something eh connection
that's all we want
every once in a while we might find it, in a true friend
many friendships will come only to fade-- as quickly as a firework but some,
a rare and precious few
turn life up to 11 and keep it there
you gotta hold on to friends like these because, just like air, you'll miss them when they're gone
no one else gets it but they do
cause-- they know what's in your soul, your heart, your mind,
they can blind side you come out of nowhere but you'll know them right away you'll click
as perfectly as a Jack plug into an amp
they’ll know what you're thinking before you've thought it
anticipating your every move, they'll understand the demons, as well as the angels inside of you never judging you for it either
and together-- you'll uncage a thrill that makes you surge with life
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