When I try to be
A good friend to you
All I get in return
Is a simple adieu

We were once so close
But now I truly know
That you were really only full of yourself
Thank you, for honestly letting yourself show

Don’t think that I’ll
Be here the whole time
Putting up
With your adolescent lies

When this stanky
Guy leaves you one day
You’ll come back to me
Speaking of the stupid clichés

And I’ll be gone
For good because
I can’t stand your constant
Faux pas

When this day comes
I won’t be there for comforting,
All I’ll say
Is this is what was coming
And I’ll try to eschew from you.