I used to have  a friend. 

She was the type of person that everyone warned you to avoid. 

She was toxic and manipulitive, selfish and agressive, 

though, I couldn't help but love her anyway.

We weren't very close, but for a while she was my best friend. 

She made me feel alive, so I ignored what others would say about her. 

as long as I were careful, I'd be fine.

Isn't that always what we think when things beguin to shatter?

We've since gone our seperate ways, as being around her,

was indeed shattering me.

I used to have a friend,

and she's been trying to once again corrupt me.

How do you ignore something so sinfully angelic? 

I suppose, I'll figure it out,

I always do in the end.

Isn't that right, Anna, my dear friend?