Imaginary Friend lyrics
by Chantal Kreviazuk
It scares me to speak my mindIt might sound self-absorbedI don't say half of what I think.I wonder what I'm thinkin' forI'm smelling dead flowersAnd listening to the walls againI'm drinking from a leaky faucetAnd writing this with a dried up penWish I still had my imaginary friendAnd who needs to listen, well...What do I have to sellEveryone's just waitin for their own turnKind of like show and tellSomeone to listenSomeone to laughSomeone to cry at the right timesAnd I would call him upBut I don't remember his name
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