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You don't know much but what you see,
Said you're my friend but how could that be?
Everything you've done has been a fake lie
Everything you do has been selfish but shy.
Now we're not friends so no need to hide it
You're a bitch in disguise that's a friend unfit.
What I go through can't equal Hell
All I put up with in a nutshell.
No words can explain, no emotions to share.
No one to trust, no one to care.
Why I'm still here, no one to know
I'm nothing in the world, best friends called a ho
Screwed up government, back stabbing friends
Lonely, single parents, and a job that apprehends.
What else could there be?
What else for me to do?
I don't quite understand what I already knew.
~ May 4, 1998