to the naked eye it seemed to be perfect so exalenty trained to not display the plague that was building inside looks of approval hoovered over them they knew the worse was to come the day the world would know there lies know there were not perfect never were never will be everyone blaming one for the actions of all one punished abanded from friends they fell about in pure and utter disgust friendship ruined over ones uncontrolible ways it was once all fine 2 best friends till the end the life they lived was there dream drugs beer sex and punk rock all they needed and all they wanted noone was to know until that day dont ask y i wrote that its just wut came off the top of my head bout old friends love ya