A.Windowcleaner

Old friends

I thought the summer and my friends were great

Till I realised you all cheat, lie and create absurd amounts of hate 

I panic its manic the amount of damage that\'s dealt all the hurt that is felt

Love turns to animosity 

Words spit with sheer ferocity 

It\'s like our family is stricken with grief 

I just want some fucking relief

Like butchers you all got beef 

And knives that slice so deep

It\'s like nothing matters 

Your mouths won\'t stop the chatter 

Your words they never flatter 

Only beat abuse and batter 

Those that used to matter