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