Not a friend

by brittani   Jan 22, 2005


How I thought that you were my friend.
All this talk about there till the
end.
Going to hang up in my face and shut me out.
I would have figured that out without one doubt.
Twisted words might have been said.
I never thought it would go to your head.
But I guess it did.
So keep your secrets bundled up and hid.
And I wont care just as you did.
Im not gonna say sorry first just
as I do.
The first to say sorry will have to be you.

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