I want to be your only friend (is that scary?) my active mind don't wish it so watch out for these silent thoughts that's where the seed of soul-s**ing grows when each who comes around you, takes some of your life that's when I get angry an outfit for my fright you want to be my daughter (come sit up on me) I hate it, but it's so and I wanted you as my mother cheering me as I go when each who comes around you, takes some of your life that's when I get angry an outfit for my fright picture us lounging just sitting and listening and loving what we hear that has never happened, we both flail too much we flail too much to let the other near. I want to be your only friend (beware of me) my quiet mind is not fit to lead take the warning I've seen fit to lend and from this thing we have been freed