"It's all superficial," my mom will say,
But she doesn't know that Friends makes my day.

The six of them living and laughing, not leaving,
When out in the real world, people are grieving.

They're my escape, the perfect piece
To making my life the best, for 30 minutes at least.

But why do I cry?
You ask me why.

Maybe I'm mad they ended the show,
Or maybe it's too hard for me to let go.
The answer is, I'll never really know.

There's a place in my heart where Friends will always be,
But there's also a hole where it was, you see.

They left us with a tearful good-bye,
And now as I sit here and cry,

I wonder why this affects me so,
Is it because they ended the show?

Or is it something more important, like friendship and love,
that from all other shows, it rises above?

So please, just understand me now . . .
How do I waste my tears on this?
They're not wasted, that's how.