They call me a friend.
Im always there for them.
But now that i need them, I dont see none of them.
What a bunch of backstabbers.
It makes me so made to know that my "friends" have betrayde me that im going to punch through the walls around me that give me pain.
Im runing out of time.
The time is ticking.
Picking on me, telling jokes about me.
I understand that. Thats what friends do.
All im asking is to help me out and you cant even do that...
Wow... My parents were right... You all are
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26 Apr, 2016, 8:23 pm
Its a song that im writing. I think its starting out good. ^v^