© Nicki Faulk / Www.Nitallica.Org


Words of amorous deceit
Friend, whisper to me
Through the smile on your face
Spiteful lies I can see;

Your tales have been told
Your accusations were spoken
When once we were as blood
Now the circle is broken;

For years, we have laughed
And sometimes we cried
But now the heart has been wounded
And the laughter has died;

Secrets we shared, I found
Were not all untold
When I heard the whipsers
And my eyes turn cold;

But my anger still boils
Blood continues to burn
Fact o' the matter is
Lesson hasn't been learned;

I know not what it matters
Seems you do not care
Just remember you might need me
And I might not be there.