A broken house.
Friends like foes, She wants more enemies than friends, And I became the centre of it, One is playing the victim card, Another pretending to be the out cast. And here's me trying to make things right, Struggling to pick others up, And amend the broken house, But no one is coming to pick me up, Friends broke me, I got a crack in my skull. Friends hurt me, And left my heart with a sore, I became the wolf admist the sheep, But all I wanted was for this ship not to sink, If it isn't me then it's not them, And if it's not them, it can never be me. Builders came by but left her untouched, Perhaps, they were in a rush, To protect what is not, There's a missing piece, But they can't see. ♧PalmPen.
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