Poem :)
As times change, people do too
Your far from the friend that I once knew.
Its a real shame, but time must move on
The clock is ticking til the end of the song.
The point of life is to live til the last day
I wish I did then, when we were still friends
But now, we go our separate ways.
I called you my best friend for various reasons
One you were kind and uncapable of treason
Sadly, I know now that was a lie.
Like Bennedict Arnold, YOU were a spy
So how'd it feel friend?
To know that its over.
The luck is gone on our four leaf clover.
The story's been written,and the song sung,
Too many lies, this friendship is done.
thanks :)
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