Labeled.

You label ‘friends’ as someone you can depend on and trust,
When they throw that all away, you wonder, “What’s’ the fuss?”
Everyone says you need them, but I’m just fine on my own,
It’s just a bunch of people that want to take the thrown,
Copiers and backstabbing, is all it’ll ever be,
You don’t know where to go when a friend lets you free,
They say they’ll be forever, then soon enough they’re ‘no more’,
Sometimes I even wonder why I bother at all…