It’s her birthday today.
And I haven’t gotten to see her.
It’s just like she’s a life away –
When she lives just down the street, it’s so true
That she was my best friend.
She stood by me and believed
That I would make it until the end.
She taught me how to pretend.
But I won’t imagine
That I don’t miss her
Or think of how she’s no longer
My best friend because she moved so far.
But it’s her birthday:
And I’ll let the hurt go. I’ll celebrate.
*This is the recipe link for those of you who want to try it: