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These friends are not my friends But yet I’ve never known any others I would catch a thousand bullets for them Thinking that we would die for one another These friends are not my friends Finally realizing while I die here All alone With these bullets penetrating my bones Were the fun times not real ? What happened within these years ? I am slowly slipping away Cold and afraid Memories of the good old days Tears reminding me of the pain Loving them Not noticing my ego is sprained My heart is slowing down I can’t give away too much love theres too much pain I guess I was easy easy to dispose of
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Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 6:18 PM UTC
These Friends Are Not My Friends
These friends are not my friends But yet I’ve never known any others I would catch a thousand bullets for them Thinking that we would die for one another These friends are not my friends Finally realizing while I die here All alone With these bullets penetrating my bones Were the fun times not real ? What happened within these years ? I am slowly slipping away Cold and afraid Memories of the good old days Tears reminding me of the pain Loving them Not noticing my ego is sprained My heart is slowing down I can’t give away too much love theres too much pain I guess I was easy easy to dispose of
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Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 6:18 PM UTC
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