Friends

 

Some throw this word around

Like a dirty rage

But those who you call friend

Are they really there in the End

What if I need to move

What if I need a ride

Will they be there or will they hide

What if they exterminate my House

Will my home be their Couch

When a real friend, visits my house

I have one rule, my House is Your House

I know some have said

He use to be my friend

She use to be my friend

But think back again 

Were they really

A true friend

 

Friends! Canhebe