My Blood Is On Your Hands

It's about my friend who gives me the sh*ts and I find it hard to believe. We’re best friends but she can be a real bitch sometimes. I was angry at her when I wrote this…
My blood is on you're hands,
You will be the death of me,
Why can't you see,
I don't want you're sympathy,
I need a friend,
So when I’m dead remember then,
My blood is on you're hands,
And you have been the death off me,
So cry and cry again

By midnight purple
Published: 12/14/2006
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