When we were young near three or four,
And thought the world was big and great
We’d play like friends just like friends should,
Not knowing the emotion “hate”
When we were at the age of eight,
oh how inseparable we had been
We’d go ride bikes or pull some pranks,
we were never seen without a grin.
Later when we both were twelve
We knew we were the best of friends
We’d shop for clothes or just hang out,
We’d be best friends until the end.
But when we turned fourteen or so,
All you sought was to be “cool”
Acting like a total jerk
And dressing like you owned the school
You tried to hang with pretty girls
Who only cared for looks and fame
They took advantage of your “need”
And so their slave you have became
I tried to tell you many times
They laughed at you behind your back
You yelled at me for telling “lies”
You said to leave and not come back.
And to this day you’re still a bitch
And all your “friends” are just a fake
You have no friends, you have no life
I hope you die and never wake.
