by brokenwords
here is where i draw the line,
a line of blood,
a line of lies,
a line of tearful nights,
a line you need to see.
if you are a friend,
then a friend is not what i need.
i've heard your lies,
i've played your games...
but once again it ends the same.
i'm not here to play games,
i'm here to let you know...
its time for me to leave.
all i'm hearing are promises...
but i only see you leave.
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i've lived your lies,
i've played your games.
i've withstood all i could,
now i cant take it anymore.
you ask me to stay
but you yourself leave.
no longer a stable friend,
just a stranger walking out the door.
i've heard your promises,
i've watched myself cry.
i've watched you let me fall,
hit rock bottom and die.
how can you call yourself a friend?
how can you say you care?
how can you promise to be there?
when things get rough,
you run away from me,
while i attempt to hold my life still,
how can you run yet say you care?
i am still working on these...they are like a predraft basically just to get feelings down
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