Part-Time Friend

Under the light
Annoyed by the sight
Of the girl with a smile
And the boy caught by wiles

The girl takes a glance
At the lit figure by chance
Her face lights up too
A friend! How d'ya do?

She gives him a hug
Introduces with a tug
On the arm of the boy
Rapture by her joy

The figure just shrugs
In holes his feet dug
He wears her silly mask
But he knows it can't last

Finally she goes away
Her little boy in sway
The figure takes the ruse
And all the rage it ensues

She'll talk and she'll laugh
With the figure in a mask
Whenever he's there
Otherwise, unaware

The figure that brings
Her eyes to sing
Is a friend that dies
In her mind, he sighs

I am sick of being
Your part time friend
You'll find I'm not staying
Through to the end