I hate these friends, I do
Those sticky, slimy things, That mind your solitude. 
I hate those false god men, 
Who share your peace in pieces with you.
I hate those friends I do 
The one who will know what you will do 
Before you do
I hate those scums, I do
The ones who finish what belongs to you , 
But still have a share of everything 
For you 
I hate those liars I do 
The one's who will convince you it is right,
Of the things that don matter to you. 
I hate those friends I do, 
Who started this 'so called' friendship without asking and 
Won't end it even it even if I ask them to.