Sometimes we argue,

And it tears me apart inside.

Sometime you laugh,

And I find myself laughing too.

Sometime I cry,

And you come to help me through.

You've been with me for so long,

And yet I hardly know you.

You've always given advice,

But what I don't know is who it serves,

Myself? Or...

Oh and one day, I know it to be true,

I'll follow that advice.

But even if I will have gone mad, I knew

That you would be with me,

For leaving is the one thing you can't do.

Sometimes when we fight

I want to bang your head against the wall.

And when I wake up with a concussion,

It's still just me and you.