You call her a headcase,
you dont like her because she has problems,
you dont like the fact she's into alchohol and pot.

It seems that's all you can see with her,
it's like you dont even recognize how close we are,
or how well we can get along.

You think she's a bad influence on me,
mother, maybe your the bad influence.

She's always been able to make me smile when I'm down,
and even when we first met,
we were more open than you and I have ever been.

For once you should try to see the pluss side of our friendship,
instead of looking in the shadows of it...

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