If our friendship is to die then let it...
i will tell to make you hate me if you do...
but why do you care, we are no longer friends.
and i'll commit suicide....
but not the way everyone thinks...
because you will kill me...
and i will not care...
why? you ask.
Because i am dead...
We all have mutiple destinys...
this is one of my destinys,
which lies in your hand.
You decide whether to close that fist and hold it tight to your heart,
or let fall and crumple to pieces.
