He was twelve and I was thirteen.
We were best friends.
How we use to make a scene.
I thought to the very end.
We knew what each other were thinking.
I protected him he protected me.
That was how strong our linking.
In adulthood you turned to flea.
You left me sinking.
I remember how we use to play.
When we would fight and you knocked me down.
But me, I never thought you would betray.
I believed you would always be around.