A real friend isn't the person nice to your face.
it's the person who`ll be nice behind your back

&&youu dont know how much it hurts;; when he finally tells youu who he likes * && its not your name - - - -

A locked door, a rusty razor, a towel stained with red. A folded note, a broken mirror, and young girl lays there dead. Their emotions tangle, the room begins to swirl. She was Mommy's perfect angel and Daddy's little girl.