SAMOfficial - Enemies (Explict)

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(Hook)
 
 
We used to be so happy, but then you left and forgot me!
 
Now we’re enemies! Fuck you bitch, I don’t need it, no more!
 
 
(Verse 1)
 
 
Dear Miss, I hope your happy.
How you mistreated your friend, and left him like broken glass on a beach’s end.
You caused him suicide, almost pushing him to the knife.
To cut himself, after he already said goodbye.
He marked his arm, and he cried all night.
Held a knife to his wrist, and almost cut all night.
He made the plans, and he was gonna go through!
And he called the hotline, but it didn’t go through.
All he wanted was, just to be accepted.
For who he was, he just wanted friends!
He only had five, who actually cared about him.
And undoubtedly, he probably would’ve killed himself.
If he hadn’t goodbye, he’d be dead, 6 feet deep!
I hope you realized what you did to me!
You caused more pain, you’re the complete start of it!
You made me lose hope, after you left me.
Made me realize, that life is not a dream!
And I started getting hated on, and bullied.
Told to kill myself, just for being different.
So sorry for the blood, that’s dripping on this paper.
It’s coming from my arm, so I guess I’ll see you later, in hell!
 
 
(Hook)
 
 
Dear Miss, have you not heard?
A kid tried to kill himself while at home, he’s hurt.
Do you know who the fuck that was?
I bet you didn’t care to pay attention cause it was me!
I hope you’re happy, cause now you’ve reached the end.
Oh, you got a boyfriend, how about I tell him this.
You’re a fucking bigot! Ignorant, self-hating bitch!
You left your best friend, because of your religion.
So fuck christ! He ain’t real!
He’s just a fucking story, told by some old guy molesting lil kids!
I hope you realize, that I’d be dead!
If it wasn’t for my friend, I’d be in the coffin.
Cry at my funeral, bitch you weren’t invited!
Get the fuck away, you left me for dead.
Six’o’clock in the morning, saying we can’t be friends.
Call me a faggot, a sin, and that’s just what I am!
Somehow I hurt your friends, I didn’t even talk to them.
But now you’re crying in the corner, don’t come crawling to me.
Once you realized what you did to a teenage dream.
He’s suicidal now, switchblade to his wrist.
Can he resist, the temptations or the risks?
 
 
(Hook)
 
 
(Outro)
 
 
Sorry, for the blood, it got a little messy.

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