March 30, 2011

Hold your head high heavy heart.

It's all fucked.
You weren't there, how would you know.
I don't mind, blame it all on me.
I don't mind, this isn't the first time.

Try thinking of what you'd did before,
before you think you're pretty much betrayed.


Friends?
Maybe now you'll learn what it means.

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