would
you help me rise up
touch my face and watch me try to breathe
again
this
your face now in the glass
breathing whisper what is this
bent
so close we nearly kiss
although we never will
you
gave me truth I chose illusion
now we are used to this
confusion
but I know
yes I know this story has to end
never
groped for a connection
never hoped for more affection
for I
know
I know I am your friend
