Jun 04, 2006 17:51
When my darkest hours come
The yelling, screaming
I pick up my phone
I find you're name in my address book
or usually in my call log
I sit and we talk
Talk and talk
I share my problems with you
You share yours with me
We cry
We laugh
We sometimes even sing
You're always there
Always just an IM
or phone call
or text message away
Who have thought I'd find my best
in the most odd of places
You'll always be there
And I'll always be there
One day
I'll be there
And you'll be there
And our dreams will come to life
thanks for always being there
always.