I Stole a Friend
I stole a friend, I took them hostage, I held them here to listen.
You didn't know me when I pulled my gun, you didn't know what I wanted.
You begged for your life, I begged for you to listen.
I bled out all that I had, I shared with you how I felt haunted.
You asked what I intended, and I told you to just listen.
I spoke and you listened for hours until the cops came.
I knew you would never live the same.
They said I did it just for the fame.
But there isn't anyone or anything that I can blame.
I just hoped I would ignite someones flame.
I kidnapped a friend, a person to listen.
Someone to not judge, who I wouldn't scare.
Because some things can't be spoken.
And I hate how it's not fair.
To hold it all inside and sit alone.
To sit in the dark broken.
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