Just a friend for a dream

I was just busy thinking
About the last bully I knew
The one I really thought was a friend.
I keep hoping and hoping
That those days are through
But it seems that they never will end.
Some may wonder how
I can not understand
Who’s a friend and who really is not.
But history has showed me
Such unfriendly a hand
And history is all that I’ve got.
So when you wonder about
How desperate I seem
To want to believe you are real
Then imagine someone with
Just a friend for a dream
And perhaps understand how I feel.

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