Are we friends or enemies?
Today, I only know one thing: I have a void in my heart.
Sometimes, I regret the time when I lived carefree, when I walked down the street listening to music and smiling stupidly, before our paths crossed.
We had been close so that you ended up leaving with a part of us at the end, as our moments spent together were only a vulgar waste that you ended up throwing on the bottom side.
You manipulated, lied and played with me until you made me sick and made me feel guilty about wanting to love.
I should have listened to that little inner voice telling me that you were in love with the idea of love and friendship, and not with me as a person.
It was you who killed him
So now there will be no more of us, no more doubt, no more tears for you