Two-Way Street

They say that friendship is a two-way street;

You struggle, and struggle, then finally meet.

When it all happens, it’s magic, it’s gold;

But there are some things that I wasn’t told.

Like being a friend is sometimes a drag;

You hear out their problems, you wave a white flag.

Sometimes you’ll say things you don’t really mean;

You’ll find that one person that makes you come clean.

Break down the walls you thought you never could;

You’ll tell them your secrets, and feel like you’re blood.

When you’re both there, it’s a walk in the park;

But after a while things start to turn dark.

There are some wounds you don’t know how to mend;

They weren’t on your side, they just liked to pretend.

They say that friendship is a two-way street;

But sometimes it’s hell, it’s a smothering heat.

And sometimes the cars move a little too fast.

You’re getting run over. You get glued to the past.

Back then, you loved them. You were best of friends.

But now it’s the ending, the ending, the end.

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