bird of passage

I think I am losing a friend
It's my fault, I've been an idiot
I guess we'll never talk after this
We're probably never even friends

But I want you to know I'll be there
Through the thick and thin
I wish things did not go this way
I like the way things used to be

Even though we'll never talk again
Or just hang around
I just want you to know
I'll always be here to pick you up when you're down
Even though we're no longer friends

You can always come to me
I have a shoulder you can cry on,
A soul on which you can lean on
Remember me next time you cry
I'm here
To be with you

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