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You Call Yourself a Friend?Trapped inside my own head.
Screaming to escape.
You see me sitting there with a smile on my face.
This smile hides far too much.
Truth is, you're making me be someone i'm not...
A two-faced liar.
That isn't who I am.
I covered your back.
I kept your secrets.
I haven't told her your lies.
I haven't told her who you really are.
Instead of being the friend you should be, you're scum.
No better than the dirt in the street.
You should watch where you step.
This ice is paper thin.
I won't hold anymore in.
I won't pretend for you.
I won't keep your secrets.
I'll no longer be someone i'm not.
I'll no longer be your friend...
Hate and Loathing.
I don't usually hate someone this much.
I guess you're unique.
You're like an internal itch.
I'd gladly rip myself apart to be rid of it.
Sacrifice a limb or two, just to be rid of you.
Your face appears where it shouldn't.
Creating shadows accross my vision.
Feeling the anger and loathing welling up inside.
I wouldn't spit on you if you were on fire.
If I could touch you...i'd make you burn.
You seem to like inflicting pain on others, so now it's your turn.
You're hollow inside. Dead.
I feel like shit, but atleast I feel something.
Anything?...Anything.When you'd do anything to be perfect for him.
To be the reason for his smile.
When you'd do anything to touch him.
To feel his fingers between yours.
When you'd do anything to be the passion in his eyes.
To be the reason his heart skips a beat.
When you know all that's left in this dream is disappointment.
When you know the consequences of letting go...
Alone.I trace your footsteps around this empty house.
Nothing but memories reside here now.
I wake up in the night, wondering if it was you that I felt next to me.
I will wait until the end.
Saving this space next to me.
Memories.When you were here, I was still alone.
Being me just wasn't good enough for you.
Nothing ever is.
When the shadows came, you abandoned me.
Left me in the dark.
Memories tore me apart and you left when I needed you the most.
Now you're a memory too.
I often find myself smiling about you.
Some times I even miss you.
Then I realise you're a prick...
And I hate pricks.
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