I lock myself up, and throw away the key, i know the hurt of loss and how much it meant to 'be'
i know the fear of getting hurt, by the friends that once cared, and from your heart that friendship gone, gone that friendship shared. Meet new people along the way, look back and see the people who lied, laughed and turned you away. Bleeding, dying, on the inside, within buildings, walls, closed doors, u sat alone and cried. Scared to let anyone in, know you, help you, these people had been hurt by friends too. Friends can be heaven, along with hell, they can kick you when you're down, pour salt on your wounds, push you from your chair, and break your crown. Not caring about the good times, while they tear them apart, you stand watching, letting them shatter every piece of your heart. You cant do much, but learn from them about how good times used to be, now that they are gone, every part, broken, bleeding and dead, pack up and leave, these people aren't friends, friends don't mess with your head.
