Black Hole

Your scissors are about to cut
A new diamond
Out of my best friend

She’ll get sucked into that black hole
Stretched until she can’t bear it
She’ll be pleading for death, she already is

And I can’t keep that secret
She’s my best friend, and f*** you
For messing her up this much

She did nothing to you
You were her personal Satan
Red with anger, always

Green with jealousy? Not much.
What did you have to be jealous of?
You coveted her like she had no one else.

But she had me.
Or so I thought.