Tuesday, 22 February 2011

The Black Book

You were my best friend
Or at least I thought you were
But the day my light came crashing down
You were the one that did the hurt

A simple pad
A simple list
On which names were placed
How could this pain
That cuts so deep
Be because of haste

Do you care to consider
That I thought you were my mate
Or doesn't it really matter
Until it's all too late

But I won't tell you the hurt
That wrenches my poor heart
I'll just have to let this friendship
All fall apart

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