Thursday, April 29, 2010

Curtain Call

First they try and friend you.
Paint a portrait then frame you.
Your life is like a work of art no wonder why they hang you.
We were brothers until “I don't want to hang dude”.
It’s gotten to the point that I begin to hate you.
Act is over; take a bow, close the curtains.
Were we really ever friends? I just can't be certain. 
Was I there to entertain your life circus?

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