Not a true friend

by the love of another fills my soul   Feb 17, 2006


We used to be best friends,
even sisters we called each other.
But you were always off playing with my mind.
Saying you would choose to protect me over another.
But I guess I was wrong.
You always tried to make everything I say the opposite meaning.
Even when you know exactly what I mean.
Never have I had anything bad to say about you.
Because I somehow still thought our friendship was true.
But when it comes down to it.
It was nothing at all.
Because real friends dint betray their friends.
Real friends stick with you when bad things are said about one another.
Real friends ain\'t sell-outs.
And well you\'re really not a real friend.
I\'ve always been there for you.
Even when you\'d get on my nerves because you always act so insecure and immature.
And I tried 2 ignore it and even help you stop doing that,
But you never wanted to hear what I was trying to tell you.
Which was the truth.
What other people thought about you,
what other people were saying about you.
I never had never would sell-you out to anybody.
And if our friend-ship was so true,
you wouldn\'t have sold me out for someone whose hurt you too.

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