Tell me it's gonna get better
e'en if you know that's not true.
Tell me that Time will heal all my scars,
and I'll do the same for you.
Tell me it's gonna stop hurting,
that one day my pillow will dry.
Give me a hug and an open ear
and a shoulder for when I cry.
Be there the times I need comp'ny;
leave when solitude descends.
Then I know it will get better
as long as we two remain friends.