You claim to be my friend
But you have my back
When you lend a hand
You paint me black
I took you as my brother
Though you are much older
Still you act like a boy
And it's starting to annoy
What kinda friend are you
Talking about what you do
I'm sorry I'm not rich
But there's allot I can teach
First it's good to bless someone
But to talk about it, is bad
There is not much that I own
But meeting makes me sad
I thought i could count on you
Never thought this is what you'd do
It just goes to show how people are
The ones you trust leaves you scarred
©lenni-x
L