You say that I’m your friend
But won’t return my call
A kind of friend like you
I do not need at all
You say that I’m your friend
But think you have to know
The money that I have
So I say you must go
You say that I’m your friend
But when I was depressed
You avoided me
To help me, you’d protest
You say that I’m your friend
But you’ve excluded me
To be with other people
That's where you choose to be
A friend returns a call
And takes you to the mall
Doesn’t care about your money
Stays with you when days aren't sunny
It must be give and take
Or the friendship’s just a fake
By, Randee Saber 8/4/07
