"Friends. How many of us have them?"
Took my loyalty for ramsom.
Seems like everyone has had some.
Like I was playing the Muslim,
giving out hot cakes and newspapers.
Letting my loyalty be a free favor.
Giving it out so loosely.
So loosely I had to stop and check me.
Giving my energy
To a friendship giving me no gravity.
Not holding me down
And knowingly I stuck around.
Giving you the benefit of the doubt.
Even when conversations turned as bitter as brussel sprouts.
The woes of my darkest business
Secretly brought you happiness.
Pretending to relate
But to tell all you couldn't wait.
It was entertainment to you.
Shame on you.
Played the fool.
Blamed me.
For trusting so loosely.
Faults of my naivete.
Friend selection on my insecurity.
And plan immaturity.
why I spoke so openly.
Not one filter stopping me.
As you asked for more hungerly .
Thought you was trying to get deeper with me.
Instead used ya knowledge as weaponry.
Pain hurt so bad it killed part of me.
Aftermath numb me completely.
To loose loyalty.
'Friends. Ones we can depend on."
"Friends. How many of us have them?"
"Friends before we go any farther lets be friends."
And not pretend.
Just so you can hit the skins.
Tell me sweet nothings just to get in.
Hold five hour conversations,
Praying the reward is penteration.
Then when I call you out claim it's false accusations.
Put it on the Bible that there's no truth to what I'm saying.
Claimg you just want to be my friend.
No confession of true intentions.
***ing you forget to mention.
Having alterior motives the entire time.
Staying persistent with the corny lines.
Hoping I'd open the door for some of my time.
Claiming to be true.
And I pretend to believe you.
Knowing you truly just wanting to soak in
And untill then you'll claim to be my friend.