Old Friend

I’ve taken countless bullets for you Old friend And ever since the fire died and the smoke cleared I saw you were the one holding the gun Old friend I thought you and I were close You and I Didn’t know you were the one that wanted me to die Old friend I made a mistake once You pulled the trigger twice Three times your words killed me Four times I paid the price Are you happy? Old friend You left me here alone My sunshine lost its gold I hit my final toll Old friend White pain is poured onto my skin To cover up what you made maroon What’s worse than dancing with the devil? Writing poems about you