I had a friend once. A dear friend. I turned him in to save his life. He died. But he wanted it that way. Things went bad for my friend, and they went bad for me, too.
Nobody's gonna love you the way I loved you.At times I couldn't stand it.I used to think of you.I'd think, "Deborah lives.She's out there. She exists."And that would get me through it all.