They tell you you’re different,

They tell you you’re weird,

They treat you suddenly as if you’ve

Grown a beard.

When you call their house they

Pretend they’re not home.

This ignorance makes you feel

Very alone.

When you try to talk to them,

They tell you they’re busy,

You’ll wager ten bucks,

They are really busy.

I don’t need a friend who treats

me like dirt,

I don’t need to put up with

That kind of hurt.

I act as hajd as a stone

But their treatment still hurts.

I’ll find a new friend,

To whom my distress

Doesn’t cause mirth.

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