She calls herself a friend
She pulls out one of your bones
She uses one of your fires
She moulds the bone into a sword
Engraved with the deadly poison of hate
She hugs you on everyone's eyes
She pulls in her poisoned sword right into your spine
But you didnt collapsed
When you hit her back in shock of the pain
She fell and made the loudest noise
She cursed and insults with a thousand lies
And drew attention and sympathy
Indeed i now see your own
A friend or fore?
Would you call her
Who calls herself a friend.
