Texty:
Scattered Fall A Short Story Of Betrayal

I lay here dead where have you placed me hung on a cross where you denied me I looked in your eyes but you refused me I took in your words but they just

forgive but I'll never forget I DON'T WANT OUR FRIENDSHIP trust has been broken betrayal has set in I always know that I should never trust again some how I fall

This silence is slow murder it's agonizing time your sitting there relaxed while there's a knife at my side you hold your own despair while conceived