Frienemy
Is it to much to ask for your support?
A true friend would have my back.
Face to face we laugh and smile,
While I ready myself for the attack.
Jeckle and Hyde come out to play.
I never know who I will get.
I answer your questions honestly,
Which you always make me regret.
Everything is such a competition.
And on the surface, it all looks fine.
But I am so sick of trying to be your friend,
So please stop pretending to be mine
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