When I needed some one to lean on
You stepped away and watched me fall.
You said you would always lift me up
When I was crashing down you did nothing at all.
Any time you needed a sholder to cry on
I was the first in line to be there.
When tables turned and I had to cry
My sorow was too much for you to bare.
You cut me deep, my soul left to bleed
With your lies and wicked schemes
I don't need your fair wheather friendship
You take two-faced to a whole new extremes.