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
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.