Such a breakable thread
Its just no use you'd leave me for dead
It aint good for clothes
All you'll find is good old holes
You were meant to be my hero
My superhero
My life
Not my knife
Each time i feel i am stabbed in the back
Abused behind my back
The only thing to do is pack
Everything seems to fade to black
In life you gotta learn what a friend is
And what is this
You are not my friends
All we do is going round fire and keep making useless amends
All you do is enjoy the using
All i do is go round flames its myself i am confusing
