And I was so young
When I behaved
Twenty five
Yet now I find
I've grown into
A tall child

And if you want to talk about it anymore,
Lie here on the floor and cry on my shoulder,
I'm a friend.

And if you want to talk about it once again,
On you I depend. I'll cry on your shoulder.
You're a friend.

You and I have been through many things.
I'll hold on to your heart.
I wouldn't cry for anything,
But don't go tearing your life apart.