Betrayed

I used to think that no matter what No outside illusions could touch Our friendship But I was wrong Dead wrong How could I ever think she wouldn't want to go back to how things used to be? Wasn't she happy being Mrs. Popular? Mrs. Worshipped. They are reeling her back in and I feel the pressure building as I let go Cause she and I can't exist In the mists of the cliques I used to think we were above All that But obviously were still into excluding The cliques are getting smaller and smaller I am holding on Cause I no longer want to conform I'm tired of trying to mold I just don't see how she can travel back and forward to both planes I don't wanna say she has to choice But I get a bad taste in my mouth Everytimes she returns from them I don't think I am nice enough To hold onto what's being lost If she wants to be there she can go But I will distance myself away from her For the protection of heart Good friends can be good friends But when they retaliate they slice your heart like a knife Nothing will ever be the same