I’ve tried hard to keep you in my life, but no matter what, constantly you stab me in the back. False hope that the situation at hand will work itself out. It hasn’t, stop lying and saying it’s true. Every time it’s easier to hate you. You got it made not, paying for spit. Stop telling me your starving of hunger. You’ve met someone who can put food in the fridge, bottles of wine, and cases of beer, I’ve seen with my own two eyes. No one. Likes to be manipulated, no one likes to be used. So when this is all over, never again will I speak to you.
I can’t be your friend….