Will

back to the memory lane when i thought you wore my friend 

turned out you just wore just a neighbor but i needed a saviour 

i try to make the set but somehow you become easy to forget 

with the years because of all of the tears you brought me 

we both wore here to study , but somehow it became labor of love 

the conversations in the dark , how you  portray me like french girl 

i wore so naive back then , thought you wore my friend 

but im glad you became my helping hand