Friends of a fatal end
Some friends I have
I am better left without
My friends I’ve known for a decade so
Yet they only scream and shout
Rude, mean and truly conniving words to me
Plotting for my murder while I am still residing
Wishing I was dead instead of thriving
My fatal friends have wanted me dead
Yet I still stick by their stead
What’s wrong with me don’t I have no honor
No self respect
No worth
What am I made of ?
Where is my attitude toward these bitches in my life ?
Why don’t I show them what I am ?
instead of hiding in plain site ?
But when the time comes...
...I never leave
What am I to do ?
With these fatal friends indeed ...














