He first started acting shady,
When he got involved with the ladies.
My best friends turning into less like me,
And me following him is a little less likely.
Is this what is the crossroads?
Will this end with the crossed bones,
With bone X across the chest,
Is this our friendship laid to rest?
The question was what all was left to me,
When I tried going to sleep.
That last pertaining thought
Of this rock chiseled into a heart,
Beating inside my chest.
Trying to make the best
Out of this situation
Where my best friend is not the best.
Screwed over, flip flopped,
Fickle in every mention of the word,
And it doesn't stop
There, no affliction for the ones he's hurt,
No higher levels for the girls that he's perched,
Just takes their self esteem and their worth,
Sits them down and makes them work,
No uses for additional perks.
No conversation,
No friend relations,
Just a tally mark for his situation.
But I wish I could rebel
Outside this lonely cell,
But I'm trapped inside of me,
Watching my best friend wreak hell.
But I'll talk to him,
Once we get home,
Strap him down to a chair
And tell him I won't partake anymore.
