As life goes on and I grow older,
friends come and go.
People turn their backs on me,
they betray me.
They make me cry more than I would like.
The are two-faced.
But I cannot let them get to me,
or they will ruin my life.
They make my struggle to survive ten times harder,
and I fight to save my will to live.
They stab me in the back and I cry
tears of blood.
Sometimes I wish my life would end,
but then I stop and think,
of all those friends who didn't betray me.
And so my battle with false friends continues,
as does my battle with myself,
and it will continue until the day I die,
the day I cannot fight anymore,
the day I give into the pain.
