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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