Betrayal, Paid In Cash.

Money.
Our Friendship.
Listen to your heart,
tell me you've made a mistake.
Listen to mine,
and you'll hear it crying.
I can't contain the disappointment I feel.
Screw it,
I forgive you.
You can keep the money.
But remember.
You will always be known as That Person.
That Person who traded a friend's trust for a stack of bills.
You may think nothing of it now,
perhaps only when you're older.
And when your dormant conscience finally kicks in,
and the feeling of guilt creeps through your soul,
I might no longer be here,
to make you feel any better.