27 September 2006 @ 10:08 PM
// For a friend (or in-between)
You have forsaken me again
One too many times.
In my greatest hour of need,
Only the sounds of bullets chime.
I thought I knew you - I really did
But now I must come to face
The painful truth that loving you
Has denied me God's grace.
Now the blade is my only solace
Along with my dreams and tears.
I'll live the rest of this life of lies
Alone and without fear.
