Three

Something happened to me a long time ago.
I hurt myself so bad and I can’t figure out where the pain goes but it comes
out sometimes and I know that you can feel it too.
We don’t have to talk about it.
We just have to be there. One on my left.
One on my right.
Words are more important than pictures or music but sometimes words mean
nothing if they don’t fit the song. Why don’t you scream--I know you need a
release--and it comes out my friend, you and I we’re just the same.
You don’t have to be right.
I will stick up for you.
I’ll always worry about you. He says to me «that song is old and it doesn’t
mean much anymore» but me, I write my own favorite songs.