15 October 2012
The one who knows me. Gets my stupid way of thinking. Who sticks by me through, The laughs, the pain, the drinking.
The one who knows the secrets. And the one who dries the tears. The one who holds my hand, And gets me through the years.
And she may by not be my sister, But she kinda is you see, She doesn't have to be blood, To be my family.
I love her to the moon and back, And then on again forever, You're kinds stuck with me, cos I don't, Wanna let you go, like ever.
I Get By, With A Little Help.. • Opuss № I