I sing of..


I sing of manipulation of old friends, for the replacment of new acquaintances. When you're taken for granted, when you're friendship has become a chore, a burden even. When the creation of tears are formed to a point of despare and astonishment at why? Why the lies, the deception. The feeling of violation, and regret. The feeling to where you hate the day your miserable existence came into play. Then I sing of true friends and appreciation. Where chores to one are privileges to others. Where burdens become blessings. When tears are erased with laughter. While some will criticize your flaws, others will value those flaws just as much as their strength.


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