Friends....
Friendsthey're the cause of much commotion
instead of being sneaky
i wish they'd keep me in the open
but to know whats happenin
between
is to much to ask
but then i get frowned upon
when i act like an ass
because essentially
you'll slip up eventually
i will find out everything,
but i guess they've got it in for me
because they fill my name with infamy
but this is just the way it ends
with you
and the ones you call friends....
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