Friends

 Why you turned out the way you did that thunder storm's still crashing in your cranium.  I find that all these funny faces look the same.  I know who's to blame, but before I wouldn't say.  It's time that I got moving on as you're still burning the dress you wore to senior prom.  Try to forget how you've been touched.  I love you so I told you, but it didn't matter much.  And I'm trying to figure out what you're all about.  These days I don't have much to say to you.  And I've been drunker than a skunk ever since the day I left you, with your darkest secrets safely packed away up in my steamer trunk.

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