Friend To the End.
The lies I hear.
How bad they hurt.
don’t let it show.
don’t shed a tear.
Just leave it to myself,
Never to tell aloud.
Cant tell no one,
Left on my “hurt shelf”.
When ever I do,
I try to hide
The irresistible feelings
Whenever I cry.
Now, you have hurt me,
And don’t even care.
The way I feel,
Or how he does his hair.
He never even loved
The way I acted,
Or the way I talked.
Just the way I looked,
And the way I walked.
Your suppose to be a friend.
Not for 5 seconds,
Not for 5 minutes,
But a friend to the end.
Just a friend to the end.
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