friends
Autor: _-Kami-_
I have a lot of friends and that is fine.
they surround me all the time.
but,hey, whats that?
they pass me by,
and took away what I called mine.
They call me "friend" if they need stuff
that piss my off,from high above.
I looked around
and realize,
that here is no one I can trust.
and now my thoughts verify,
So I took back,
what I call mine,
If there is no one when I'm in need,
than they should fuck themselves indeed!
I stay alone,
preserve from harm.
I take the guitar in my arm,
I start to play,
the melody,
thats set me free.
there is no one,
just her and me,
cause she is my only love