The tears well up then pour from your eyes
you fall to your knees and you scream at the sky.
She broke your heart, drove the knife through your chest
and for the greatest of friends, the one you call "best".
You try and you try to keep it together
but it's so hard because this pain is forever.
Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 4:24 PM UTC
The tears well up then pour from your eyes
you fall to your knees and you scream at the sky.
She broke your heart, drove the knife through your chest
and for the greatest of friends, the one you call "best".
You try and you try to keep it together
but it's so hard because this pain is forever.
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