I tried to be a good friend,
But in the end I'm dead.
I see the pain in your eyes when I tell you the lies they've said,
Then I cry.
You believe I am filled with lies,
But as time goes on on you see that the lies are actually truths.
Each time you were hurt,
I felt parts inside of me die.
You turn me and those who care about you away,
But inside you hurt.
I guess I've given up in the beliefs of you as my "Friend"














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Does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker?
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"I won't get used to this, I won't get used to being gone"
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