Burn marks

Perfect place and perfect dime
Who cares if this friendship ends this time
Pull out your invisble knife again
Show me what it feels like to have it end

Lies and abuse and nobody to care
Fall prey on your own friends just because they're there
Stab from the rear and a hole to sew
Grab me and get me out of here I don't want to know

Grant to procide this time
Not that it matters if this one rhymes
Because if you bleed and you will
I won't care if you must let your heart spill

Along with the rest of the pages of this book
And all the lies it took
To write down all the pages
And lock them up in cold steel cages

I trusted you for all my life
and all I get back is you holding me back and pouring down my throat cyanide
And if all the pain I feel is from you
I'll remember it was the burn marks from the whole you blew