You think you can trust them You think that they care You think they'll be there for you Until they betray you They stab you in the back With a double edged knife Being a good friend Is a skill that they lack Don't ever trust anyone You don't need friends I mean, they're all the same They all betray you in the end They're all sick little liars Hatching a plan A plan to destroy you To burn you down They want to crush you In the palm of their hands They want to burn you Put you through hell "We'd never hurt you," one of them says. "Let's go play a game," the other says. Lies about loving you Lies that they care Promises broken And games never played They watch you while you sleep They stand over your bed Some hide in the closet Some under your bed They don't make any noises They're careful not to wake you How considerate, lovely They must love you But they don't No one does You're just a piece of trash You're just going to be thrashed They'll whip your back They'll butcher your body They'll mangle your face Until nothing remains Chop off your head Cut your chest in half Take out all the organs And then play with them, with their hands Dislocate your body parts Put them all back Make a little doll house Out of your fingers and hands Eat your flesh Make a mask out of your face Sew it onto Someones pillow case It's a bloody massacre But it's a hell lot of fun No one cares for you Where's the harm done? Nobody will worry You're a piece of trash We could do anything with you Let's start, by splitting your spine in half We'll use the parts as furniture For your little doll house Everyone's made out of body parts All recycled, all fresh, all man This is the truth about your friends This is who they are Don't ever trust them Because they, will leave scars When you're alone And you can't sleep Stare up at the ceiling And remember They weren't worth it.
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