Value Of Friendship
By Shane
My friends are all cynical idiots covered in lies, Honesty is a mystery to them, the truth they disguise First they were being themselves… Until mainstream consumed They can’t think for themselves but they think for each other with ease Insecure is the name of the circling game that they play They say if someone I like does it, then I do it too But if I don’t like then I guess I’ll do it to impress Fitting in with others it is just a means to an end Acting like clones they can’t be themselves can’t pretend They will never, see the light They wouldn’t cause that kind of scene Tell you that it’s you that’s wrong Mind rotting substances make them foolish, Asking them to speak the truth brings only tears In the end when they’re old and tired, they’ll realise… They’ve missed out on themselves all these years Written March 6th, 2002 © on Mar 06 2002 02:23 AM PST 10 • 0
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