Pen and paper in my hand,
Thoughts begin to pour
Memories of recent things
Burn my mind, scorch my eyes

She wounded me badly,
Months ago, but it seems to be only days
The thought of her still sets
The pins in my chest aflame

The coldness she showed me,
The burning hate she gave,
For a while, I thought, I'd grown immune,
But it's all coming back to me now

Now, she's doing it again,
But now, it's not me
She slashes at my dear friend's heart,
And mine, it withers in the heat.

My eyes fight the tears again,
Wondering if this pain will be shared again
Will that girl slice again?
Will she rip the soul out of another friend?

Now is sit,
Pen and paper in my hand,
Tears burning my eyes,
But chilling my shirt, where they fall