Messin with my heart toyin with my mind.
Turing me against friends then I get stabbed from behind.
Fights start as the truths show.
Feelings bake as I turn to go.
Cruel words fly when I’m put down.
I turn your smile into a frown.
This happens again and again.
I’ so tired and don’t know how to begin.
I’m tired of fighting and what you say.
So this friendship ends and the skies clear of gray.
football_pro5 Community Member 
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