Friday


I want to scream
I want to scream
I want to scream
..... 
Ripping down our walls
Taking the dog out
While you turn sour and sore
Killing me with your
Mean words and the sins
Afraid of not being your
Friend, when you wanted
To throw this heart to
The moon, I still held on
Silly me, silly me, silly me
Grab the knife and just kill
Me
Why don’t you


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