That We're living no friends?,
That friendship is necessary evils?,
And thet we no longer happy having friends?.
I've got fake friends,
Of blowing eyes and stinking mouths,
Who pay nothing and speak immorals.
They pretend a love at maturity,
To meet their interests,
And they'll hate me when the sun is down.
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