In the first years we were friends
fighting playing faking dead
laughing running catching up

then secrets told to no one else
a pact was forged
strengthen by common favorites
strengthen by common miseries

humans are ment for failure and mistakes
appologies unaccepted
your mistakes - forgiven nonetheless

Ingrate friend with an access to a secret garden of life
betrayes without a thought, nor blink
what is a pact to him?
what is friendship...?
Ingrate

For 12 long years since the age of 6
all the moments shared... were fake?
all the shoulder giving... false

As one another's devil-angel on the shoulders
years of advice and listening now burnt to ashes
ingrate friend
my best friend