This is about fake friends.

When you were down, I was your only friend

Your blood Tears rolled down your face

I uplifted your spirits, delayed your end

Too much pain, ready to leave this place

 

This cruel world was too much for you

You saw hell before our discussed end

Feeling your pain, I helped you through

I was glad to be called your friend

 

I gave you advice, clothes, food, and money

You thanked me from your bleeding heart

You laughed at my jokes, when not funny

I didn’t know that you was fake from start

 

Now that you are back on top again

Your black ice heart is cold

I know I wasn’t really your friend

Just used by the one with no soul

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  • ceegirl on Apr 1, 2011

    Friends suppose to be there to the end.

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