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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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