Once you think somebody is your friend,
but they stab you in the back for a guy,
for a guy you even know,
well at least you thought you knew,
Wow,
how people can change,
over a short period of time,
even though you hung out with them most of it,
One minute your friends,
then your best friends,
then your friends again,
and now your enemies,
Wow.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Take this thing back that your friend has taken from you when they tire of it.Pehaphs it is only then that this thing will have a better understanding of you...thank you..iip.. :)