Dead Best Friend
She had now where to turn to
She had no where to go
she ran down beside my street
Crying out of pain
And from my window i watched her cry
So painful it seemed to me
But then some one walks up to her
With a shout of pain
I jump out of my window
and say
'get off of her'
And with a fright the guy runs off
But yelled at her one last time
At this rate i heard him say
'Your going to die
today or tomorrow
I'll find you any where you go'
with pain I'm my heart
i stop dead in front of him
'you messed with the wrong girl'
With a punch that got him in the jaw
He shouted in pain and waled at me
But no not me
my friend in pain on the floor
And on that night my best friend died
With a bullet in her heart
I still remember that day
i Still remember who did it
i still remember that day
my best friend became
my Dead best friend.
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