I wish that I could take it all away but it’s done.
We were the best of friends, everything we did was fun.
Now it's not the same since you became cool with the in-crowd.
Now you’re ashamed of me, you want me to be like you but I'm too proud.
I wish that you weren't so stuck-up and would come back to reality.
You wanted to be so popular that you dissed your own nationality.
Now that you got your wish do you still think you made the right choice?
Remember that we once were friends, you always told me that I had a voice.
But what about now you don't even speak up, you're too scared.
They might find out who you are and boot you from your position and not care.
With all that said and done our friendship is left in the past.
But who will you have to come back to when being popular doesn't just doesn't last
