My So Called "Friends"

by Jill Turner   May 12, 2004


You call yourself my friend,
Well now I know that's bullshit.
How can you keep this from me?
Well it's over, that's it.
You say it's not important,
Well it is to me.
Otherwise I wouldn't be this upset,
Why can't you see?
You just don't understand,
How it feels.
When people make up shit,
That isn't real.
I never thought,
In my wildest dreams.
That you'd be the ones,
Who hurt me.
I never thought,
That you guys would make me cry.
I hope this secret is worth it,
Cause our friendship's over, so good-bye.

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  • 12 years ago

    by acquisto alicia

    Im so sorry that they kept a secret from you.

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