• I love my friend from Russia.
    She’s harsh but keeps me sane.
    Every time I’m with her she takes away my pain.

    She lets me cry these tears then tells me it will all be okay.
    Some days she takes me dancing, some days she makes me talk,
    But days like today she lets me be alone.

    She tells me not to care, to curb my every fear.
    But when the memories resurface she tells me to never let them go.
    She lets me tell her of them, lets me cry these tears.
    And when I’m done she tells me that I had better talk to him.

    Him my friend, Sweeney Todd would sing.
    Him the person who drains away my pains.
    He listens to my stories, and then tells me his.

    Tells me to listen as his whispers lull me on.
    I feel this brief pain and then it’s all gone away.
    I feel numb and I’m okay for another day.

    I love my two friends for they are what keep me sane.
    If I told them to leave I fear this overpowering pain.
    Some days he whispers join me.
    And she whispers just one more.
    Some days I feel like joining them into the after forever more.