FAMILY IN THE END

Who do we have at the end of the day to love us and hold us and tell us it's okay. There are many who stay there and only pretend, many of them are so called your friends.

They say that they know you, tell you they care but how many there, will actually stay there when you finally crumble and hopelessly crack. Who's there not holding a knife in your back.

When your down in your knees and no longer intact and the weight of the world has broken your back. The old words be true to family and friend for they only your blood will be there in the end.