Friends; they are companion, They get you into a union like onion, You keep them because you like them, Never want to leave them cos you want them.Sometimes they get things twisted up, Even when you dont want things wriggled up, And then you get to squeez your face Even when you're not faced with a maze.Sometimes keep you smilings for hours So you dont want to miss an hour, Wouldnt like them to play you like whot, But why should they, for what?Always nice to have good memories of friends, But you wonder why some friendship really ends, Maybe we were never ment to be, But most of the time we try to be.