Friends. They're hard too keep up with, and harder to wait for. They can make you cry and they can make you wish that the world would just stop moving and that moment would just be until forever. I hurt someone today, and I really regret doing so. For her and everyone else:

Forgiving the devil.

I know it's hard, I too am tired already

Of following others; of going through their path

You change and change because they want us made so perfectly.

We don't like it, not at all

And yet we, too, force others to do so.

It is us, too, that bring those so high to their inevitable fall

I am really feeling regret

For the times I have forced that on you

I cannot change this-nothing else will be the same...

I'll be carrying this in my heart-the time I hurt a friend

Keep it like that until I meet my death