You called yourself a friend
that you'd be there thill the end
but when it got tough
you walkied away
to leave me alone
to leave me at bay
you've turned people against me
and chated about me
do you really fink
im gonna be your mate
You text her and said that
you basically hated me
then called me up on the phone
acting all friendly
That's not a friend
That's not even a foe
That's the work of a dirty h*e
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