• he took my heart from my chest, rested it on his lips,
    whispered all the words, i waited so long to hear,
    he never failed, where so many have,
    i whisper, i love you my friend...
    he whispers back, i don't want to hurt you

    so i bite my tongue till it bleeds
    it hurts, but i wont scream,
    i touch his face, like i have no other
    attention and smiles, all hiding rain from my eyes

    i hold his hand, for sorrow has come,
    i will be strong, i will be there, i will not falter
    and this wonderful man thanks me.
    says he be lost with out me, but i have to ask...
    why aren't you here with me?

    why do my eyes weep at the thought of you?
    why is every thought about you..
    though, a thousand miles away,
    you call every day, even if i'm not the best to say hey

    oh dear friend, my sweetest friend,
    unconditional love, what does that mean?
    for i have discovered the greatest joy
    with out you near, its emptiness and sorrow

    true love, how sometimes i hate you.

    s. l. webb