Another Cycle

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Another heated fight; one more friend lostAnother 38 slices on my wrist that burn my skinAnd another plummet into despair in which I'm tossedA cycle I tend to have a lot; I tried to connect with him

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Another heated fight; one more friend lost
Another 38 slices on my wrist that burn my skin
And another plummet into despair in which I'm tossed
A cycle I tend to have a lot; I tried to connect with him

Tabooed to reach out; tabooed to confess
Tabooed to help him; tabooed to even care
Tabooed to lie also tabooed to be honest
The times we didn't argue were extremely rare

But, I'm sorry my friend; sorry for my words...
Once allies on the battlefield; now enemies on the front
It's my fault our friendship ended; but our mouths were our swords
Now the monster of me is at my tail; and it's time to turn and confront!

Why must we stop a friendship after this argument?
Why must I feel empty? Why must you abandon me?
Why must it be so confusing; wondering why you left with not a hint
Of compassion or kindness; I don't understand why you'd leave...

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