eufemias

When something happens when you´re little, it kind of not make sense.
You try to create a friend instead but she just tears you up and ends.
You try to trust the world again, you try to live your dream.
But then something break your world again.

You are falling in to pieces now and it kind of not make sense.
You try to find a real one now and she stands there by the fence.
My friend is real now but then she backs and ends.
You know she was the right one and it´s your own fault in the end.
You want her to come back now, just a tiny chanse.
You still love her till the end.

I just want to tell her, tell her why.
Why did the men hurt me for a sense?
I´m to down for a relationship but all I want is a real friend.