Fake Or True
Yeah I look at my friends.
Really I wonder what I see.
I see true ones and fake ones.
Have to choose what they’ll be.
Let the fake ones go.
Hold the true ones close.
Cause all the fake ones will do is betraye me, backstab me.
Seriously they bring drama.
The fake ones really do.
They make me depressed.
They just don’t stay true.
But my true friends stand beside me through thick and thin.
They help me back together.
Their family.
So now I must sit here and figure out who’s real and who’s not.
Because I don’t need pain to handle my thoughts.
I stare at my friends now.
I hope you guys aren’t fake because If you are you better step up to this plate.
You better start being true cause you only get one chance and once you break than we’re through.
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