You Suppose To Be My Friend
You Suppose To Be My Friend
For you I let the door to the deepest dungeon of my soul open
Yet you went around chanting my faults like a retard anchorperson
Raising your rank by selling me cheap
For popularity is this how low you steep?
You said you would stand with me till the end
You suppose to be my friend.
You weren't lying when you said you had my back
You just didn't mention my spine was suppose to crack
Like being massaged with broken bottles and sand paper
I found my heart buried in sand and cut with paper
Instead of lending me one, you disfigured my hand
You suppose to be my friend.
You suppose to break the jaws of those who backbite me
Yet I found the teeth from your jaws on my back biting
I feel I have lost there's no point fighting
My eyes fail when I look into yours, your ghoulishness blinds me
I'm laying six feet under still breathing yet covered with sand from your bare hands
You suppose to be my friend.
You chomped the gonads to our friendship friend
You were more of a tourist than a friend
Toured me through a paradise that led to deadman's land
Dead bodies all over with missing limbs in the deserted land
Due to the friend that said "I have your back give me your hand"
And I thought you were my friend...
You suppose to be my friend.
Copyright © Ramadhan Dunia | Year Posted 2016
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