My parents got divorced today,

I asked you to come over,

You stayed with me for hour,

You made me so strong. . .

We plopped down on the beanbag chairs,

Your hand in mine,

We leaned together more and more,

You helped me through. . .

You held my hand,

For hours and hours,

You told me it would be OK,

You helped me through.

We plopped down on the beanbag chairs,

Your hand in mine,

We leaned together more and more,

You helped me through. . .

You made me strong,

And I can't see you do anything,

That would ever be wrong.

After you left that day,

I just got sad,

Because I realized that I would have to spend,

The night,

Without you by my side.