Target and the dart

You never knew someone so close,
would be able to do such a thing.
You hoped and hoped that this would be different,
yet no joy did this friendship bring.
Just another backstab another old story,
which in your mind will always ring.
You never knew someone so close,
would be able to do such a thing.

I like it when she's fake,
It's hard to admit.
The fake her seems so nice,
And the real her well..
it's full of s.h.i.t.
"Does that make you happy?
To know that noone likes your inner b.i.t.c.h?
Does it make you happy,
that soon I'll need a safety kit?"

A little puncture here,
a little puncture there.
Don't worry I guess,
it's not like I thought she'd care.
It's only a scar,
piled with the dozen others I bare.
I guess when I've got friends like her,
I've got to get used to things being unfair.

Recently I found a virus that was,
corrupting my parts and parts of my brain.
Corrupting my heart, corrupting my soul,
and leaving more than one stain.
I know that I'm not heavenly,
I can be a little opinionated and a little vain.
But that gives you no right to stab me in the back,
and laugh at all my pain.

I keep telling myself "I can change you",
I truly believe "I can".
I hope it will be different,
through my mind all these thoughts ran.
And even though I did so much thinking,
in the end all these thoughts were blown by a fan.
She poisons your mind.
Because she's unholier than the unholiest man.

It was enough when you told me,
that my friend was not true.
Because the last thing I need to hear,
is that from a person like you.
Who are you to tell me,
that backstabbing is what I do?
Who are you to tell me,
I'm wild and I don't think things through.

In a way your right,
I should have known your fakeness would fade.
Sometimes it looks like a lesson,
sometimes the biggest mistake I ever made.
Each day gets even more pale,
and our time together seems so plaid.
A color I could never relate to,
your true colors have also stayed.

I guess I could say she was an omen,
something to look out for.
Something you keep away from,
Like a black cat crossing you on the floor.
I never really believed in omens though,
like it's bad if you sleep in front of a door.
But now she's made me rethink my beliefs,
I doubt myself more and more.

She's like a barbie doll,
that you wish you could tear apart.
She's so plastic and perfect,
yet she's got no heart.
And sometimes I wish we could rewind,
maybe even have a fresh new start.
But then I remember once you've been a target,
she's always going to be the dart.

Yes that's right,
I should have guessed it from the start.
Go ahead and kick,
tear my soul apart.
It's now a common story,
of the target and the dart.