Transformation 13
Transformation 13
Little Friend
Little friend I know you're dead
I can see you in my head
I hold my pillow tight
Till the night turns into light
Help me catch my breath
You gave me a heart attack
You caught me sleeping
Watching from the foot of my bed
I can see your silhouette
Disappear in front of my eyes
With the floor boards creakin
I heard your shoes on the stairs

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