by I stand over the corpses of friendships
grief-stricken and whispering, “Please come back!”
Their unobliging souls had departed
and left me in search of greener pastures.
I stand over the corpses of friendships
grief-stricken and whispering, “Please come back!”
Their unobliging souls had departed
and left me in search of greener pastures.
A (wise) man of two faces 
Promised me never to leave my side, but look at you , you left me without a thought, now dead..you are and I can not be reply..but I know you are listening to my heart.