If we are friends.
Then why do I want run you
over with a car.
Why do you p**s me off and say,
"It's fun." when I already want
to put a gun to your head
and kill you dead.
After you bled out from
your brain. It'll start to rain and I'll notice
that the blood on my hands will begin to stain.
So stop being an a***ole
or I'll just go...
Quite violent though I am sure most have been in a similar position. You never really know who your true friends are until a crisis occurs and realise some have disappeared whilst others are their to lend support. By the sound of this friend you write about, they are simply just there because there is no where else for them to go.