.A killing Machine.

If it's a stranger, i don't mind. But you, the one i trusted, have faith in, believed in, said those words to me, do you have any idea how much it hurts me? I pretended not knowing anything when actually my heart was aching. I tried my hardest to smile so that i can erase all the pain, but why do i keep remembering it? You asked me what was wrong, and so i simply replied 'nothing'. Mouth is a killing machine. When the bullet is shoot out from its pistol, it will eventually kill someone. Nonetheless, you're still my friend.