Fighting wars behind my back
Who will be the next to make an attack
And these wars I never know
Until its too late to slow
So I just sit back and look on
Its all I can do as friend after friend becomes gone
Turn on each other like mad bears
Seems I'm the only one that cares
But no the anger has control
And is pushing them deeper into the hole
Filled with their own blood and tears
Releasing their greatist fears
The one closest to you
Is the one who will shove the blade through
Friends are enemies out for a kill
All you are is another thrill
That's why you stay back and just see
That's why you should stop and listen to me
They turn on each other
Then they turn on you while you still call them brother
And some hun, dear
Those are the ones you should most keep from near
They'll cut you down like so many before
And your crimson blood will stain the floor
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I am different. I am the unforgiven. I was born october 1997. I just write because I want to express my feelings in more ways than music and art. I'm just a guy trying to get out of the rain and sur.. more..