| Jenny
When a friend lies its hard to face facts And my caring emotions and friendship to you have gone black How could you not tell me what he had done? I wonder if you like to see my ache, for you is it fun? As for me my poor heart breaks As my smiles and good moods I fake. The pain cuts deep like a knife I think I want you out of my life For how am I suppose to be your friend When you don�t tell me and always pretend You don�t honor or value our friendship like you should Now I don�t want to talk to you, I want you out of my life for good. |