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Letter To My Enemy

A friend is not necessarily attatched to a soul Because a friend's heart is as black as coal Friends are close enemies he said I never knew it would be the reason he is dead His best friend betrayed him many times He wouldn't know because of her crimes The day he was pronounced, everyone cried Mom, Kurt Donald Cobain died. The world was shaken as much as told The weather became a bit more cold I only ask what happened to your brain? Whoever killed Kurt Cobain. Working was a debt Everything dry was wet The Heart Shaped Box was closed And a murderer somewhere posed. They lost a brother They wouldn't gain another Another depressing story Another lost in glory Lyrics mean nothing without chords but hate is all I had towards I will never be sane, Whoever killed Kurt Cobain. His child was left with nothing but a note His wife was left with nothing but his quotes But somewhere along she must have known Because right after, her brains flight had flown Death is not to blame Unless his is the life you claimed I swear it will never be the same, Whoever killed Kurt Donald Cobain.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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