My So-Called Best Friend

This friend is the meanest of them all
I can't believe I trusted her
I use to tell her secrets
and hope she'd keep them all
I thought she'd help me when I'm down
but I guess I just was wrong.

She took my things and hid them
hoping I would not know
talk behind my back and wishing I would die
I thought it was a joke until I finally heard it
I was blinded but now I see the light.

She's a monster trying to get her way
she acts like your her friend but then,
will turn on you like a two-faced witch
her problems deep inside consume her every time.

I used to cry at night asking what I did
but all along it wasn't me it was her
My friend told me she was using me
I guess I could've listened.

I have real friends who treat me right
which I am glad to have
If she crawls on back to me
I will walk away.