Handel's Sarabande by Maksim Mrvica-----<3-----<3------i think life's pretty cruel, in a way.like i can gain many friendships, and it's those few close ones that begin to hurt you.and i've just learnt a brand new bloody lesson.best friends are the ones that hurt you most. so what, doesn't mean i'm easily touched and made happy means you can do this to me.it's not fair, lady, watch it.watch where you're landing yourself at.you're hurting me, and if that's your goal, then congrats, you've just achieved it, with flying colours, i dare say.what am i?some kind of tool that you can use to step over?some kind of implement that can make you seen and known and gain the wonderful, brilliant credits?who are you, and what gives you the fucking right to do that.you have no idea that the thought of strangling you puts a smile on my face.i warn you, i can be sadistic when i want to be.don't test my patience, don't make me grow thin on that.you'd never know what i can do.and you wouldn't want to know.because my sister knows what i'd do when i get really mad.to the extent that blood and knives have to be involved.i don't want to get into a mess with you.i don't want any connection with you.and i'd just like to let you know that i've been such a blind fool to stay with you, to give you all i've got.i treated you as how i would treat my loved ones.i gave it all to you.and look at what you've done.spit it all out onto my face?hey listen dude, you're not gonna get away from this.it's just you and i, baby, just you and i.and we're gonna see who's the last man standing.i'll find you.and i'll make you feel the same way i do now.stepping over me huh?i'll let you have a taste of what it's like then.-----<3friendship.haha.nothing but a bunch of bittersweet memories