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Perfect Moments

I keep asking myself

If I'm used to being lonely again

I guess so,

I just do what I used to do,

before I had anyone to talk to

Listen to depressing music

to help me get through things

But it doesn't work like it used to

I keep asking myself

If I'm better off without friends

I think so,

I just do what I used to do

Eat chocolate

and watch crap tv shows

But I snap the chocolate pieces

harder than I mean to

I keep asking myself

If friends are stupid,

but my answer will always be

no.

Yeah, they've all let me down

Some way

But just like me,

they're human

No matter how much

I want them to be perfect

They're not

But they have been there for me,

and a lot of the time

they've turned the worst moments

Into perfect ones

And I never actually

got to say thanks

So, thank you

For making me laugh

when I was so close to crying

For showing me the beauty in living

when I felt like dying

For looking at me,

knowing what I wanted to say

without me saying it

Even though

I don't have any of you now,

I'm grateful

for those perfect moments.