My "Friends" Are all around me.
Staring through the glass.
They watch me to fall and crumble.
slipping slowely Through the grass.
They saw the perfect girl at first.
With her painted smile.
She fell so quickly from her throne.
Still Smiling all the while
But have no fear your mom is here.
Not to make things worse.
Only to crush your dreams
push harder on the hurt.
It cant get worse from here.
Down as low as you could get.
Counting all of her sarrows.
but none of them to regret.
These people crushed the best one.
The girl Who would never let you in.
To The People who broke her down.
How does it feel to win?
