She was a friend
Or so i thought
Always there for me
How wrong i was
I just could nt see
The Evil and darkness
That twisted inside her
The glint in her eye
Other friends warned me
That she just was nt right
I did nt believe them
Until the day she started the fight
I was nt sure what had hit me at first
Could nt believe it was true
I told her " i just want you to be there for me
And i will be there for you"
But her mind was red
And her fury strong
It was then i realized
That i had been so wrong
How could i be a friend
To some one with so much inner pain
So much spite and hate
That is nt some one i would call a mate
So i ran away
Away from her
And i am left with a scar
But i have learned my lesson
And i will never again be
A friend to her....
Well, she was nt a friend to me!
