Patrice:   A friend’s not a cheap little phony creep   Or a jerk trying to make a deal   A friend is a person who, most of all,   Cares about what you feel;   And nothing is harder   Than learning a friend isn’t real      A friend sends notes back and forth all day   And doesn’t care that you can’t spell   A friend knows you’ve got a crush on your teacher,   But a friend would never tell   A friend’s outside waiting   The minute you both hear the bell      And if your heart is always breaking   Cause the world is just not fair   When you’re at your worst   Your friend’s the first one there   Giving you something to lean on   And that’s what it means to be a friend      A friend won’t smoke when she’s in your room   Or laugh at the poems you write   A friend won’t go start kissing your brother   The minute that you’re out of sight   A friend is the person   You call sixteen times every night      And if your heart is always breaking   And you want to run and hide   When your hope is gone   Your friend is on your side      If someone moves in ‘round the corner   And you want to show him you care   So you give him all your last month of vacation   And all of the time you can spare   But then, on the first day of classes   He acts like you’re not even there,   Then he doesn’t know…   He doesn’t know!   He’ll never know what it means   To be a friend