Still you’re asking for favors after all of this time. Well where were you when I needed a hand? Who needs enemies when I have friends like you? Your phone is off your doors are locked, ignorance your shining virtue. Why’s it so hard for you to tell the truth? Talking shit behind my back is all you seem to know how to do. Stabbed in the back – you spat in my face. Treated like garbage, then up and gone without a trace. Appearing from the woodwork, acting like you’ve done no wrong. The lines you’ve crossed, my trust you’ve lost. Indignant bastard attitude. Cold – indifferent – numb - emotionless. A life had to be lost before you gave one single fuck. Compare our experiences, all you’ll get is blank stares. Don’t give a shit what you’ve been though because you were never fucking there. There’s a special spot in Hell for you