A New Friend.

by Bran   Dec 19, 2008


They used to be about scissors
they used to be about knives
they used to be about cutting
they used to be about lies

but now things are different; what can i say
i found a new friend
who saves my life every single day.

no more use for the razor
no more use for the glass
whats my little secret?
would i like to share with the class?

it happened quite long ago
it happened quite fast
it happened too quickly
everything started to pass.

pass away, like it never was
gone so quickly
it deserves an applause

two or three
thats all you need
to stop your craving
to settle your need
doing it too much
have to raise the stakes

four or five
that is what it starts to take
take to get the same high
you once had
its now gone so fast
you even start to get a little sad.

addicted
is one of the words they like to use to the best
but i like obsessed
obsessed is what i like best

a friend who will never let go
a friend called white
a friend called blow.

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