What would Friendship mean,
If that friend was always to busy,
To preoccupied,
To talk to you at all.

What would Friendship be,
Without the late night phone calls,
To share secrets,
And make weekend plans.

I look on you for many things,
To be a reliable,
Cryable shoulder,
To look to when the world grows dim.

What would Friendship mean,
If it was full of betrayal,
Full of fake promises,
Sounds more like Hell.

What would Friendship be,
Without the shoulder,
To cry on when I was scared,
To help me out with problems.

I look on you for many things,
To be a reliable,
Cryable shoulder,
To look to when the world grows dim.

What is the point,
Of being your friend,
If you don't care like you should,
If I don't matter to you.

What is the point,
To turn to you,
If you'll just look away,
And be busy waiting by the phone for a different call.

I look on you for many things,
To be a reliable,
Cryable shoulder,
To look to when the world grows dim.

What is the meaning,
If the world is already black,
And the rain pelts down on me,
So suddenly your already busy.

What is the meaning,
If the rain pelts me to pieces,
And when I expect you to care,
So suddenly you forget I'm there.

I look on you for many things,
To be a reliable,
Cryable shoulder,
To look to when the world grows dim.

What is life,
If I lay on the ground,
Through a shower of hail,
Hoping to see your face.

What is life,
If I live day by day,
Calling your number,
But being greeted by the same old silence.

I look on you for many things,
To be a reliable,
Cryable shoulder,
To look to when the world grows dim.

What does it mean,
To be friends with you,
Please tell me,
With all I see you I have forgotten.

What does it feel like,
To find out,
When suddenly you turn to me,
That I am a thousand miles away and never return your calls.

I stopped looking to you,
To be my friend,
My reliable crying shoulder,
You never deserved the position anyway