They sit here and tell me that nothing is right,
I've got no one to talk to,
No one in sight.
I listen to their warnings,
Wishing they'd just go away,
Then remember I've got a friend,
Not to far away.
I go sit in silence,
I softly call your name,
Alls I've got is an imagination,
And a picture on a page.
You sit down beside me,
Listen to everything I say,
I don't even have to speak,
You already know anyways.
After hours of conversation,
Crying and smiles,
I lay down beside you,
Knowing you know more about me, than I do.
You wait for me to fall asleep,
Then disappear into the night,
My best friend is imaginary,
But I guess that's alright.
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