Till the End of the World
Can you see that girl with the emerald eyes?
The girl who hides behindthat smile
The one who's beauty does not cease,
the one that just needed a place to be?
Can you see her need to be wanted?
Can you tell that she just needed some attention
And instead of coming to a friend went to the bed instead.
I saw her on that fourth of July
Fireworks going up in the sky
A leather sturdykiss she planted on the boy
This night, he promised, was one they'd enjoy.
One night of fun, was it really worth it?
She hides the life that is now growing inside
Ashamed to say what now derived
From that one night with that pretty boy
Do you see the girl with the secret?
The one you'd be surprised to hear
From this good girl from this good family
Now she feels like she is nothing but a tragedy
I thought to myself the day before
Before I found out what had transpired
How weird it would be if one of us got pregnant
Since we were the models of moral perfection
I heard of her case not from her
But from her dad who was my martial arts teacher
My best friend, my sister, why didn't she tell me?
Had I done something wrong? Maybe
I tried to get her to tell me
But she was to ashamed
I waited five whole months
Of playing the "I don't know" game
My sister now more like a stranger
Wouldn't even bother to make eye contact
who needs that when you can just turn your back?
Away from the truth and away from her friend
Our close friendship was coming to an end
Months past and it became evident
That hiding it was pointless
The belly came out and the baby started kicking
Just like her mom, the tae kwon do black belt
Due date is close
Sophia Hope is the name chosen
I still haven't received that baby shower invitation,
Oh that was last week? Guess I was just listed missing
It's clear that we aren't as close as before
And I just wish I knew how to express mysupport for her more
But I've been blocked out and that is okay
We all have our bad days
Maybe I'm just a reminder of the past
Or I'm now on the priority list last
But I know one thing for sure
She'll be my best friend till the end of the world
Whether she wants to feel the same way
Well, the choice is hers
I'll stand here with my arms wide open
Just waiting for hers
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