The life of my best friend

by Riser   Dec 25, 2007


As we sleep with the ghosts of our past
i hear your breath shortend by your screams
your desperate cries for help
nothing is what it seems

i cant save you
no, its to late
u meant to much to me for this to end alone
dont go, please just wait

through my tears
ill bleed for you
through my fears
ill scream for you

this life i couldnt save
the life that was mine is gone
death took over
and the devil won

in my painful nightmares
i hear your screams again
because i couldnt save the life
of my best friend

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