i new this gurl
hell yah shes my friend
i trust her now and 4ever

i know this girl
smae as before,
she broke a little piece
that sayd shed mend

i know this gurl
and she's all tak,
She keeps breaking litle pieces,
and were fed up

And 1 of r own,
Is on the other side,
Shes not to pure,
So what are we fighting for?

Now it's me and one more,
We're standing on ice
That's melting away,
Cause each false apology,
Makes the water a little bit warmer.

With each touch of lip,
Their balloons deflate,
and with each little touch,
I am wearing away.

I can't watch them destroy all that they've made.

They are balloons with pin sized holes.
And one day, while flat on the ground,
They'll see what thy missed.

Im trying to say,
But they wont listen,
That what you do now,
You can't edit.

(This is about to of my best friends, and he struggle my best friend and I are put through daily, to protect them from what they do)

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