where are they now

The words spoken of friends scream into my ear daily as they say "ill be there"
yet here I set surrounded by these empty walls and the echo of my tears!
The puddle below me grows wildly as I brush them off and stand on my own
I dont need you, I've got my own backbone!
Remember this when you expect me to be there
in love and war all is fair!

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