Bestest Friends

Bestest Friends you said as I gave You my heart

I trusted you with every secret and only You knew you would tear my world a part

You knew what knife to use as you stabbed it into my back, not the one to make me bleed cause that wouldn't cause pain 

just the one to make me die on the inside 

Because I gave my love to You, not the type of love you give to a boo 

But the one more imporant the love you have in someone you trust 

But I think I trusted you just a little too much 

Not only did you kill me from the inside out

But I will never be able to repair the damage I did to myself, as I battled with you 

My battle scars grew 

Bestest of Friends 

But your love for me was never true 

 

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