People pretend, people are fake. People see but, they don't look.
Here I am standing here by myself. Why? Because people are fake. Fake friends, fake love, fake all of it.
Best friends don't betray you they stick up for you but, all I get is betrayal that ruined me but, no one knew.
Did they?
That's why I am standing here by myself with fake friends that don't see me they see what's left.
Fake friends aren't the way to go, through with anything they don't care about you just about everything around you.
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