Fake Friends

Fake Friends
Laughing and giggling,
At things that make no sense.
Others may think we are crazy,
But who cares?
As long as you understand, I’m happy!

But as I turn my back,
I hear whispers about me.
From a voice, I perfectly knew…
It’s you, my friend,
Gossiping about the private things I shared with you…

“Always together never apart,
You were my best friend, from the start”
Time flies, and now it doesn’t seem true…
…I get to hang out with you only once in a blue moon!

When you say you’ll be back shortly,
And never turn up.
I start doubting our friendship repeatedly…
…It makes me wanna go to a cliff and jump

Is this how it is supposed to end?
Were you just trying to be my fake friend?

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