head high and knifes

Dearest friend, recently you are living in another world. I miss you, but I prefer to not have you around. You belong to the mucus-using, filthy vultures. That you don't want to defend me out of fear or impartiality, I think is a poor excuse. I know who I am, and I'm not cool enough for your club. I'm not good enough for your photo albums. I'm not popular enough for your status.

but dearest friend of mine, the day when you and your beautiful head end up in the gutter. that day I will be ready, for you to look at me. You will wish you had treated me better. Because believe it or not but I'm the next big thing. You see nothing in me, but I have a true heart and passion. You only have a big ego and ambition.

I tear up every rotten page in my life, nothing will haunt me and my tears have dried up. I pulled all your knife from my back, removed every blood stain. Nothing can touch me, yesterday isn't everything and tomorrow means nothing. Today is my turn. I deserve so much more than what you give me credit for. You're a bad friend.