How Are WeHow are we supposed to be friendsWhen we barely speak?How are we supposed to be friendsWhen all you do is work?How are we supposed to be friendsWhen you don't tell me anything at all?Ever since that dayYou seem to avoid meYou say you still want to be friendsBut it doesn't feel that wayAll this is a stab to the heartHow are supposed to be friendsWhen you barely speak to me?
..Four times I've seen who I thought was the oneFour times my heart has been ripped to shredsFour times I laughedFour times I got pissedFour times I gained "precious" memories
..Three times I've dreamedThree times I've made tributesThree times I gave my heart outThree times my heart has been thrown away
..Two times the memories start to fade awayTwo times the memories come back to haunt meTwo times I've felt sickTwo times I cried
..One time I hoped for foreverOne time I wasn't aloneOne time I was kissedOne time I was wrapped around in armsOne time I still have something to remember....
In Other WorldsIn other worlds, I can transform into a katana for my miesterIn other worlds, I am an operative in the time of warIn other worlds, I am an archer killing giant trollsIn other places, I am a street fighter defeating bad guysIn other places, I am a ninja sneaking around, stalking my enemiesIn other places, I am a host, entertaining young ladies who have way too much time on their handsIn my dreams, I am a Keyblade Wielder defeating the forces of darknessIn this world, I am a musician, to calm those who are stressed and let them enjoy the soundIn this world, I am simply a geek overall.In this world, I am just myself, without a care in the world