Friends come and go. The leaves rush down the river. You will never know, that I wanted you to come hither. I wished for you, both day and night. You left me stinging, and in fright. You washed my soul in the morning's night, and left me to rot alone. For this, I will listen to your moan. (c)
I wrote that, guys. Don't say otherwise, or all will be ruined, got it?
Friends come and go. The leaves rush down the river. You will never know, that I wanted you to come hither. I wished for you, both day and night. You left me stinging, and in fright. You washed my soul in the morning's night, and left me to rot al...