The One I Called a Friend
Friends.
There for the party, gone when the walls come crashing.
I was looking for you, Buddy but you went mising in action.
I took every bullet, though WE started this war together.
And you left with all the weapons. Aren't you so clever.
So where were you when I went through the battel alone?
Thought you would stay with me because you were the one I could count on.
I guess you are a negative, more like a zero, since you were a no show.
While you were worried about saving your skin
I was fighting a army of our mistakes and our rivals.
And they ran over me and I struggled in OUR tidal....wave
Hoping my friend would appear and I would be saved.
But you didn't appear and I never saw you again.
Now I wonder about that missing person. The one I called Friend.
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