By $imon@ Date: 7 December 1998
My best friend is leaving, I'm all alone. Who would I talk to? Where would I go? How will she be? How will she act? She'll change in some way, And that's a fact. I want her to stay nice, I don't want her to cry. She'll become different, Now I want to die. My best friend has left now, And I'm truly alone. No one to talk to, No where to go.