At one point or another we have dealt with the drama
It could be fighting with friends or the baby mama
We're still trying to work through the issue
There's Similar situations resolved with a tissue
I notice we're slipping away, how long until you can trust me
I'll never give your secret away, even after my memories rusty
Friend ship and love the drama is constant
We need to adapt to every unexpected problem
with all these arguments I never mean what I say
They are accidents that never make it okay
I want to look back a year from today
and know that we chased those clouds away
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Im not set on the title for this piece. Suggestions would be nice