Hurtful

by Cassandra Christilaw   Jul 13, 2004


Friends I use to have and hold

They were all gold

Never did I pick another friend

I knew my search was over

For the three greatest friends I had

They were different they were there

Until one night they left without another word

Hating myself for the stupid words I said and done

Still nothing can turn back and forget what was done

You moved on and speared hurtful rumors that made me cry

Tripped me in the hallways

Played the meanest jokes

No guy would ask me out

No one to be my friend

Still I love you and miss you

Even if you did put me through some hurtful sh!t!

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