I didn't want you as a friend.

I trusted you before,
     and I'll trust you again.
I'll allow you to stab that knife into my back,
     Over and over, again and again.
I will still stand up for you
     and I would still fight for you.
Because I'm a true friend.

Until one night you will push me too far.

I have many stab wounds that you have forgotten about.
I will always have to see them when I look into the mirror.

You've hurt me again and again.

Until I realized I didn't want you as a friend.
     Then I will stand alone,
      The pistol still shaking in my hands.

I only had to hurt you once
     because were weak.
I told you thank you for helping me become strong.
     For every stab mark will remain,
     but so will I.
I only gave you one mark,
     but you will no longer be a nark.