The picture in the mirror,
what do you see?
The anger pain and scars,
revolving around me.
A friend who knows the truth,
but she always goes against.
When I ask her one thing,
she goes around the fence.
I'm shaking and crying,
but she doesn't seem to care.
When I need to talk to her,
she's hardly ever there.
She makes me question words,
and her every action.
Was it really meant?
or for his satisfaction?
How can I even trust,
someone who goes behind.
My back is bleeding buckets,
he carries a heart that's mine.
But it doesn't seem to matter,
and no one seeems to care.
They merely look away,
as my "best friends" stand a tear...
Aug 2, 2010
Aug 2, 2010 at 11:29 AM UTC
The picture in the mirror,
what do you see?
The anger pain and scars,
revolving around me.
A friend who knows the truth,
but she always goes against.
When I ask her one thing,
she goes around the fence.
I'm shaking and crying,
but she doesn't seem to care.
When I need to talk to her,
she's hardly ever there.
She makes me question words,
and her every action.
Was it really meant?
or for his satisfaction?
How can I even trust,
someone who goes behind.
My back is bleeding buckets,
he carries a heart that's mine.
But it doesn't seem to matter,
and no one seeems to care.
They merely look away,
as my "best friends" stand a tear...
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