Friend

He will say the worst word:
"You're just a friend".
At this time my world,
Has lost the happy end.

All the old hopes,
Grow into wild dismay.
Rascally trial-trip,
Broke my way.

In my loving head,
So many of your merits.
It's a terrible death,
Like a kid's trick or treat.

I gave myself to you,
And in return not a damn thing.
I'm very blue now,
But you're only happy, naked "King".

Then quoth he:
"It's just a game".
Presently my throat,
Destroys a frame.

I cried for wear and tear,
There's emptiness inside.
But you don't matter,
However, as at any time.

I like it, after all,
Listen to my voice.
By what fall,
You didn't choose me?

But while I'm suffering greatly,
Disturbing the peace.
You live life fleetly,
Write another one, don't resist.

Tell her you love her,
Call her a "sweet".
As long as she's ordinary slut,
Rare, disgusting shit.

How tired I am,
Remembering our night.
Whatever I do,
I can't forget this time.

I believe in something,
But it will be exactly the same.
For some reason I cling to,
I remember, rabble.

He will say the worst word:
"You're just a friend".
At this time my world,
Has lost the happy end.

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