| Little Did I Know
You came into my life, And I called you a friend; Little did I know, You would hurt me in the end. Just a little naive girl, Transiting into a new phase; Taking in all around me, Adjusting to the place. Don't know how we became so close, Or why I opened my heart; Told you everything in my life, It was such a beautiful start. Two friends together, Confiding secrets through smiles; Innocent and dumb I was, Didn't know that you were evil. You came into my life, And I called you a friend; Little did I know, You would hurt me in the end. We spent more and more time together, We reigned over our summer camp; Rude and inconsiderate, I would never be the same. You made me hate and rebel, Against all I'd loved before; I broke my mother's heart, And hurt myself even more. Commited crimes morally and legally wrong, Said things that left scars too deep to heal; Don't know what I had been thinking, When you brought me into the crimeful deals. You came into my life, And I called you a friend, Little did I know, You would hurt me in the end. Putting all my trust in you, All my secrets I told; But you turned around, And spat them out to the world. Stupidly I forgot and forgave, Still loved you like a friend through the lies; I gave you a shoulder to lean on, And turned to you to cry. Finally I began to see the light, Pulled away from your powerful grasp; Finally the wrong began to dawn on me, And I left the illusion at last. You came into my life, And I called you a friend; Little did I know, You would hurt me in the end. Trying to get it through your head, That I was no longer one of your kind; Tried to pull away, But I still just could not fly. One day the news came to me, You tried something so selfish in the night; Tried to take your own life, I never got a chance to even say good-bye. You lived, yes, but something died, A friendship that could have maybe lived, If only we had a chance to try. You walked into my life, And I called you a friend, Little did I know, You would hurt me in the end. I can't even remember the last words we spoke, Or the last smile we shared; Can't even remember anything else, Not even the last tear we shed. Sometimes I wonder where you are, In a mental institution, or have you attempted again? And maybe this time you succeeded, And you have met your end. Sometimes your memory comes back to haunt me, And I want to run and hide; Sometimes your memory comes back to haunt me, And I put the lesson to use in life. You came into my life, And I called you a friend; Thank God very much, I'd learn a lesson in the end.~~~ June, 1999~~~
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