blood doesn't make a friendship,
and that's fine....
through all of the years of trying....
a part of me left dying,
the reflection in the mirror,
the only one there,
that time in my life,
when music took over,
when i was no more,
than a glance over your shoulder.
i saw the glares....
i saw the hate,
i try to forget
those younger days....
the days when you'd creep in,
and pull yourself in....
the days when i trusted all that you said,
the days that you wanted yourself dead....
the days when you promised,
you'd get better for me.
you don't remember those times,
the times when i sat at the side of your bed,
wiping your bruised self
from banging your head....
if i hated you the way you say,
i would have left you dead.....