I call you a friend but are you really?
You dont talk to me any more, and you dont ask how im feeling.
I know you dont care but you could at least pretend...
I know you dont need me but maybe i need a friend.
And you the one next to her your no better,
you abandoned your morals and principles for what?
To make it easier on you.
You both say that you love me so much,
and then you both go and talk behind my back and call me a slut...
Thanks for the friendship,
but i think ill pass
Its been a nice trip,
but im outa here you guys are really immature for your age class
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