the fringes are smooth..
the mirror echoing the dens..
say it loud together in groove...
THERE ARE NO SUCH THINGS AS FRENS!

the aeroplane; still not right..
as tears drip in hand with a crash...
realizing as life flashes it's final bright....
THERE ARE STILL NO SUCH THINGS AS FRENS!

dimly litted rooms are for plenty..
photography: readings; sex and plenty other trends...
oh so many things that one can fancy
but THERE ARE NO SUCH THINGS AS FRENS!

ah what realization,
so obvious even to me; an empty can
what a feeling of tentalization..
THERE ARE NO SUCH THINGS AS FRENS

maybe they shoulds just change it's defination