In a book of our friendships a few pages are torn
A few are ripped up from the words cutting like a thorn
Then there is the perfect ones with promises sworn
In the beginning it was all a little slow and boring
Quite frankly, if I look back, I end up yawning and snoring
Yet as I read on, I find a reason to wake up every morning
In the middle a few pages are stuck tight together
Promises we made of being best friends forever
Of holding hands letting go never never
In the parts there after, things got a little tense
So many arguments and fights over senseless nonsense
Blaming one another and fighting in our own defense
Our story isn't over yet though cos our promises will last
We'll walk hand in hand and forgive the mistakes in the past
In the end we'll see friendships like ours are fragile as glass ...