the knife in my back, by hidden
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Hand me the knife from my back,
I could use it
like stab you back,
I can't believe that you lied to me
you tried your best
and acheieve the worst,
All i did was kill you
but you couldn't stand the thought,
you stabbed back
and no we're slowly bleeding to death,
like brother in a room
we bleed from our wounds,
spilling our guts
and spitting our names,
kicking the ball
and throwing the blame,
If i were to have the chance
I'd do it all again,
because your still
my
best
friend. |
Posted: 2006-05-22 21:10:37 UTC |
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2006-09-12 08:06:35 | User |
Eeemmmm..is this something random..?? |