I lit up the house with a smile on my face,
My sister asking about the smile on my face—
They won't understand; your texts cracking up my face,
You've been a good friend to me.
I hear the beeps as your text drops,
It never gets old, as if time itself stops,
Only one number makes that many pops,
You've been a good friend to me.
I catch myself thinking about our convos,
They're more delightful than a cup of Coldstone,
Things to savour, like its slow-mo,
You've been a good friend to me.
You listen to my thoughts when I ramble,
Even a safe space for me when I grumble,
Encourage me when I feel like I'm trampled,
(Or when I boast and not feel so humble!)
You've been a good friend to me.
I should be sleeping, but I'm writing,
You know how memories can be fleeting? So I can sincerely capture this feeling—
You've been a good friend to me.
So, whenever you're feeling low or feeling down,
Or feeling like to run out of town,
Or like someone in a traffic jam,
(Remember my words from this night)
You've been a good friend to me.
So, even for whenever, yes, your grace!
Let a smile always remind your face,
And count your blessings case by case,
(No matter what may be the case)—
You've been a good friend to me,
(You've been a good friend to me)
(You've been a good friend to me..)
For Bella Fuego,
She's been a good friend to me.
Iyanu.