i think of all the times we shared, not just in person, but the ones we used to get through the nights The sounds of silence that scream out loudly that we need the connection, & the glare from the street lights. They shine down the road, of both our streets, it shows life outside, and that alone is how we just feel so your talks, your listening, and needing a friend, was some soul dedication i'd protect to the end That it's not the kind of thing you fear, your impact, those moments we did share, they calmed my fear and I don't forget sweet words you said. A charmer, a gentleman, sweet talker, or maybe just the real you. Stripped from the insecurities that eat you alive, that you never knew how else to survive The way that brought structure to the day, your active life. The people that twisted a blade through your back with a bloody knife. The backstabbers that were best friends, family that wanted you to fall, The pain you endured, and shared right away, it ...