Why? Why do you do that?
One minute you laugh with me, the other minute you leave me alone, vunerable to the cruel world.
You're "friendship" comes and goes, like a tide.
We were once best friends. Joking, being sarcastic, giggling like complete nutcases.
And now, you found her. That girl. She's so mean and rude. Why, why, why, my friend? Why her over me?
Fake friends. Fake friends. That's what we are.
Fake smiles, fake laughs, fake kindness.
I tried to stay cold, but you take it personal.
Fake friends. That's what we are.
Why do the evil girls have the most charming smiles, the most inviting hugs, the most lovable personality?
Too late, my friend. I know what you truly are.
What we truly are.
Author Notes: This is true, and for me, it's like a stab in the back. Find your true friends, reader.