It always hurts to bury an old friend
Body still warm, spirit still broken
I'd wish to free you, I'd wish to see you
I'd wish to make things good again
It always hurts to bury a friend
I'm sorry to end things in this way
It's not the best outcome nor in good taste
You would understand, I had made haste
I had to kill you to keep memory safe
If you would have known the dilemma I dealt
The feelings you're fortunate to not have felt
I'd wish to be you, I'd wish to flee you
I'd wish to make it so we were helped
So we could avoid what I'm sure is sentencing to hell
I'm sorry to end things in this way
It's not the best outcome nor in good taste
You would understand, I had made haste
I had to kill you to keep memory safe
YOU ARE READING
Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.
