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
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