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“Yea corse ur my m8” so they say,

When all they really do is lie and betray,

My trust in them is dying fast,

To be honest I can no longer be arsed.

I just want things to go back to how, they were before this pathetic row.

But no, it’s too late to start again,

Finally the friendship’s been slain.

For a “newbie” decides to join the crowd,

And everybody else just allowed, him to shit-stir and get them to lie,

Yet he is still the nice guy?

What the fuck am I missing here?

I have been trying hard to just persevere.

But no more of this shit can I stand,

I won’t be at their beckon command.

I’m just sick of all this shit I get,

All they do is cuss and threat.

I was promised a change of things to come,

But was that promise kept and done?

No, just another lie to shut me up,

Talking to me as if I’m their pup.

Well you can’t ‘train’ me to allow you to use,

I won’t stand here and let you abuse.

“Rethink your friends” I’ve been told,

“Stop being a mug” and behold.

But yet I stood and stuck up for,

A so called friend who just ignores, me and runs to the one who stirs,

Because that is the type of friend he prefers.

A friend who tricks, lies and is two faced,

Wow that’s the friend who has replaced, me, a trustworthy and loyal friend,

Let me know if you apprehend, the logic behind this whole scenario,

Maybe it’s me, maybe I’m slow? Maybe I’m meant to lay back and die in the snow?

Well that’s not the type of person I am,

I won’t let them defeat me and just say “damn”.

I’m gonna fight this one out ‘till the end,

Then we’ll see who’s the better friend!