by Margo Macabee

Created on: February 25, 2010

A pack of smokes

A pint of gin

Guess my friendship was worth a twenty dollar bill

Had you asked me

It would be yours

But cash meant more

Bad Friend, Bad Friend

Talk behind my back

Steal what I would give

Lies to serve your greed, your ego, your hate

And for you

My friendship’s price

One day of vices

Bad Friend, Bad Friend

I’d rather be alone

Than on guard

No more long afternoons chatting on my porch

Or trips to the pub

For my trust

Has turned to dust

Bad Friend, Bad Friend

I built high walls

But I let you in

And shared my home, my heart and I cared

I called you friend

Past tense

No forgiveness

Bad Friend, Bad Friend

But I told you

Many, many times

I do not forgive when my trust has been destroyed

Vices for a day

You were a

Bad Friend, Bad Friend

And not my friend anymore

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