Done with you

by Olivia   Mar 30, 2005


I tried to be your friend,
But it didn't really work out,
You told people not to talk to me,
And for the first time at you I wanted to shout.

You stopped talking to me,
Until I didn't smoke anymore,
You treated me like s*it,
You treated me like I was your own little who re.

Grabbing my boobs,
I would let you do,
I thought you were hot,
So I would let you do anything.

You were always such an ass,
Which made us get in fights,
But I'd always come crawling back to you,
Because without you I thought I couldn't sleep at nights.

But this time is different,
This time is really the end,
Because I am not coming back,
And I am tired of being you friend.

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  • 19 years ago

    by LiL One

    Yeah...thats really ain't no good friend