A broken friend.

by Paris   Feb 11, 2008


I help you out,
you spit in my face.
I shouldn't bother with you any more,
I fee like a disgrace.
I live my life with my heart on my sleeve,
but then it's broke,
tossed aside like leaves in the summer breeze.

You're not a friend,
you're not anything to me,
Just leave me in the dark,
just let me be.

I help you out,
you spit in my face.
I shouldn't bother with you any more,
because it's you who's the disgrace.

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