Friends by Squinkey
They say they care.
But they all lie.
They say they love.
But they are all wrong.
They say they are your friends.
But I don’t think that they think before speaking.
How can friends always lie to you?
How can they always turn there backs on you.
How can they stab you in the back so many times?
If that is what friends are suppose to do.
Then I have the best of them.
But I think that’s wrong.
Every friend I have ever had has never been a true friend.
Yah, they are human. They are supposed to mess up. But these ones do it everyday.
That’s not right.
Maybe they are aliens.
But I doubt so.
So here I do deem my good-byes to all my "friends".
I will not find new ones in fear that they are just like the ones I had in the past.
It’s happened before.
Why not again....
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