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A beacon for the demented I keep up my lies To keep them alive I don't love them I don't care I have enought to worry about Without pretending to be upset That you're smoking I can't be disappointed by you anymore I just don't care You've been killing yourself since the day I met you Cigarettes, pot, booze, and knives Your 'Only Friends,' right? So why do you keep telling me you need me? You're killing yourself Inside and out And my feeble attempts mean fucking nothing to you So why should I bother? Tell me, Erica, why should I care? Why should I love someone Whose going to ignore The heart they've shatered? Now I know why those best friends neckleaces Always come in the shape of a Broken Heart |
Now I know why those best friends neckleaces Always come in the shape of a Broken Heart Those lines...as a final crescendo...were just simply wow. I know nothing else I can say. It just was ... the perfect ending to a clearly, emotional, venting letter to a friend that keeps hurting you. Good luck with her, Keep writing. ~BCute | Posted on 2005-01-17 00:00:00 | by BCute | [ Reply to This ] | |