I use to have a friend,
Which I loved alot,
She was always there,
She always fought.
But one summer,
She went away,
When she came back,
She acted a whole different way.
We always hung out,
We were always together,
She told me we would be friends,
We would be friend forever.
The following year,
I seen her at school,
Not even a Hi!
Because she said she was too cool.
I always think of her,
And I ask myself why,
If all she did,
Was make a big lie.
I have this feeling inside for her,
This feeling I do hate,
Because I truly know,
That is truly too late.
I'll always be here,
Always to lend a hand,
I'll love you forever,
Till the very very end.....
I wrote this about a friend that I use to have. And she was the best one I ever had. But I guess in the end she was just a big lie.Till this day I still senn her around. Actually twice or three times a day. It is so hard not talking to her. But its for the best.
