Rehab
Like life hadn't taken us there before.
I expected true trust to show,
but it didn't.
All those nights that I cried with her,
I thought she was my best friend.
But in the end that's not what was proven.
Little did I know that the things I told her,
weren't kept secret.
The nights when all I wanted to do was open a vein,
she had to go and lose all the trust I had in her.
She told everything,
all the trust I built in her lost.
I use to call her my best friend,
and she thinks she did the best for me.
See the truth is she hurt me worse.
She caused everything to be in total choas.
When I went to Rehab I learned the hardway to cope,
I learned about the drugs,
the alcohol, and the plain and simple suicide.
So if you are going to say you did a good thing for me,
think about all the stuff I learned because you told.
I lost all faith in you that day,
the day my mom came home from work,
screaming at me.
Freaking out beyond belief,
my only escape was my dad's house.
I ran in search of safety,
and was soon found by what I thought was hell.
A little place they call" Rehab."