Hard times trouble, pressure on your face. Not used to this mind punishment, so twisted, this mess be. Friends say let it all out, cry girl, just cry. We'll always be here, a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on Oh behold my friends, your lovely, creul and un-knowing. This mind game you caused for me, you get punished for yourself. Now your gone, no help from shoulders for you or I. Now my only friends left me, am I next? Oh they say its lonly at the top, oh but he was never at the bottom.
I wrote that a while ago and It just sorta came true,... I as worried my boy firned would leave me and well... you can guess the rest
It's like another step on the ladder. Of finding out. Just who you are. By looking back. And seeing who you became after the event............
