If I went away,
Would you even care?
Or would you even notice,
That I wasn't there?

A lot of times I feel
Like I am being used.
On the outside I don't let is show
But on the inside I am bruised

You only talk to me
When no one is around.
When you're with your "cool" friends
I'm just some trash on the ground.

I guess what I am saying
Is the real you is starting to show.
Now the whole truth is out
You're not a friend but a foe.

But everything at some point,
Has to have an end.
This is really all your fault,
Because you weren't a true friend.


 
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