'friends' betrayal
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Girlfriend! Your man’s over here lookin like a real serial killah. How can I tell you this without havin to tell you every time his hand accidentally brushes my boob? ‘Cause as you well know, bitches hate the messenger.
I thought that I'd done better,
picking all the best friends.
I sure got my hopes up,
thinking the pain would end.
With my friend this year, I though I'd be okay.
But I'm still cutting people loose
The day he turned
The day he left me
Was the day I realized
What the world really was
The day he left
Was the day I lost some of my hope
Debris of friendships:
Tomboy dressed obscure, playing sports while being coy.
Girls were damsels, drama queens which I was no part of: you won’t catch me.
I can't sleep.
I feel the pressure of you around me.
Inside me.
Nothing hurts more than forced consent.
Do you feel that?
Me trying to escape from under you.
Do you hear that?
My plea for help.
Betraying me like the knife in ones back
warmest of blood seeps through my shirt
like honey or tea you sipp away
taking my life as yours
and when i ask why you simply say
So there you stand,
the knife in your back.
Trying to twist it out,
but don't you know that won't work?
The only thing that may ease the pain
is seeing your betayer's face again.
End of a friendship
What is a friend
If you're like me unfortunately
You probably think it’s someone who will be with you
until the end
On the way to my home
On the dusty sidewalk I see a goldfinch
Oscillating in an attempt to fly on broken
wings
What would you do
Dear child haven't you heard
That there is evil in this world that tends to get blurred
They disguise themselves to draw you in
Then drop you off broken and alone in the end
Don’t believe everything you hear.
Things you do are not okay.
She couldn’t think and had this fear,
Her world becoming dark and gray.
Betrayal had been the murder,
We’ve been through so much
Know each other so well
You know who I am
You can totally tell
How broken my life is
From previous partings
My environment makes me
It shapes who I am
My environment makes me
It shaped who I am
My environment makes me
It makes it hard to trust friends
Saw the other side was green
The girl’s words were harsh
Spitting words at her “friend”
Her attitude the opposite of sweet
Words past by
Making her “friend” cry
I was walking alone through the desert of life
Every step I took came with heartache and strife
I fell to my knees and could not bear go on
All the hopes and dreams I once had were gone
