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All That's Left
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Crimson Well, you asked for it
So here it is
I tried to hold it back
Tried to keep it all inside
I even tried to be nice
I was your friend, bitch
Get that shit right
I did everything to help you through shit
And you just stabbed my back with lies
Who was your fucking backup tonight?
Who was there when no one else gave a fuck
I showed my back so you could insert the knife
And you accuse me of not being someone you could trust?
Well fuck you
That's right, dick
Fuck you
And your stupid shit
I hope like hell you never get yourself in another tonight
Because I won't be there to bail your bitch ass out this time
And I hope, for your sake, that it was worth your fucking lies
Because now you have awoken my spiteful angry side
The contention is back because you're a worthless shit
I tried to help you out in life and what did I get for it?
Betrayed, not just by you
But it's the last time, I guarantee you that
Because you're the last worthless fuck
That I will ever call a friend
So, congratulations
You've now joined the ranks
I hope that you're happy
Because now you're on my list of hate
A fourth name added to the pot
When World War Z starts, stay far from my earshot
Because I will swear you tried to bite me, and that's why you were dropped
You remember these last words as I write them
"A true friend is always there, no matter what goes on"
But bit, you were never a friend, so I have no reason to be true
So, I will just go on, and bury all my hate for you
It's all done, now
Goodbye is all that's left
They never see the light only
They never see the light only their delusional fight for survival in supremacy, manipulations and other stupid fascinations manifested! Hope you get right with it ASAP! HugSS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
I am already
right with it, or more right without it. Sometimes you just can't save people, and I'm learning that sometimes it's not even worth trying.
Here's to the death of a hero complex and the newfound ability of moving on.
Forgetting, but still remembering
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr