Fake Homies Adult
There's a place in my mind,
where you use to stay.
I use to feel safe there,
I'd go to escape.
A place I was comfortable,
to share thoughts and dreams.
I had no idea,
what 'two faced" means.
I invested in this,
I put up with your s***,
just to find out,
your nothin but a b****.
I saw us as best friends,
a partner in crime,
but obviously,
you had other intentions in mind.
The knife I used to protect you,
ended up in my back,
never thought it'd be you,
that'd turn on me like that.
I kept your secrets,
and shared mine as well.
Thought we had bonded,
f*** you, b*** go to hell.
These things were never mutual,
real love don't just change.
I was a foolish dumba**,
who got caught up in your game.
Messed up how these things work,
with people now a days,
like they say half the people in church,
out doin dirty through the weekdays.
so yal don't call me your friend,
and don't call me your neighbor,
For all you fake a** B***
F****n liars! Your just a f**** trader.
So go on and keep pretendin,
but, I'm not the me you knew,
You act like you know me,
but you ain't really my homie,
so get the f*** on we're through!
Copyright © Aunna Jones | Year Posted 2017
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