Lyric Song Imaginary Friend: it scares me to speak my mind
it might sound self absorbed
i don t say half of what i think
i wonder what i m thinkin for
i m smelling dead flowers
and listening to the walls again
i m drinking from a leaky faucet
and writing this with a dried up pen
wish i still had my imaginary friend
and who needs to listenwell
what do i have to sell
everyone s just waitin for their own turn
kind of like show and tell
someone to listen
someone to laugh
someone to cry at the right times
and i would call him up
but i don t remember his name
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