the friend exchange
By SubwayBoi
You meet the seventh person, And you think he's pretty great. But then you find you're hanging out, With person number eight. Your friends are always changing, From one group to the next. There's nothing wrong with those you drop, It's not like they are hexed. But something draws you out of there, To new people and things. You want to meet every stranger, And make sure their heart sings. You win, you lose, you give, you take, And then move on your way. The city's full of people who You swap, return, exchange. And people are like trading cards, You pick up as you choose. There's just one thing to watch out for, And that's who's trading you.This has been my experience with friends throughout my life. I'm not saying it's good, or bad; it just is. Written February 10th, 2002 © on Feb 10 2002 09:22 AM PST 0 • 9
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