song 2 my journal
How are you?
I ask
with a whisper
of fire flies
And I dove
under my bed
You are there
in my head
But I know that they're just memories that involve me
I can burn the pages of things I can't say
to you
or anyone
I ever met
They're just fading till the end
All the friends that I
can't call
Oh, the friends that I
can't call