What happens to a friendship that's broken?
when gestures become frequent and words are less spoken
when calls become text and text become tweets
and when that finally stops, it's all bittersweet
because who wants a friend whose heart has worn thin?
A snake of a friend, who changes his skin
There is nothing wrong with a broken friend, I mean, we're all sort of broken, at least from within
but if you choose to shatter, crackle, and break
then I'm sorry , my friend, but that's alI I can take
Give me a friend who bends without cracking
a friend who is there for me without any slacking
because we're all broken souls my sisters' and brothers'
but we can never repair if we don't help one another