Friends are like bad days,
They seem to be fine most of the time,
Then they decide to
Stab you in the back
And ask you if your ok?
You seem pale,
As I bleed to death on the floor.
But it's alright, clearly they cared about my well being.
Stabbing me was for my own good.
It only nearly ruined the rest of my life.
But hey, what are bad friends for anyway?
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 2:55 AM UTC
Friends are like bad days,
They seem to be fine most of the time,
Then they decide to
Stab you in the back
And ask you if your ok?
You seem pale,
As I bleed to death on the floor.
But it's alright, clearly they cared about my well being.
Stabbing me was for my own good.
It only nearly ruined the rest of my life.
But hey, what are bad friends for anyway?
