Elise

you wish i killed myself instead of your best friend that hung herself.
you cheated on my with my best friend and kept it secret
you asked my world turn black, and it listened

you took what i had and gave nothing back.
im not complaining, more of less observing from an outside prespective.

i owe your best friend a ghost story.
lets just say you'll be in it, and i cant tell if your going to live or not.

my world will turn to black when my hands are covered in red
my time will come when it's placed before me
my words will speak when i open these wounds
my guitar will cry when i let it speak for me
my life is not your's to control, nor is it your right to guide where upon i decide to travel.
my grin is not to be taken lightly.

i am not the one you fell in love with
you fell in love with a pawn in disguise of the real thing.
i would rather you see a false that deal with the real
because i knew deep down, what you needed was not what i possesed.
what you needed was guidlines from something that cant be explained or harnessed by words
what you needed was help understanding yourself and living with you.
by putting up what what you have already done, you have accepted your choices.
deal with them while they are fresh instead of having them grow in length and width.

you indesicive wench i once called a friend.
i lay you to rest for you have betrayed me more than one
i lay you to rest becuase you need it most.
i lay you to rest beacuse i can do so.
i am your friend and this is the end.

so it was written so it will be carried out.