You haven't seen how much poison is there in the world so wide,
People who have it just want to shove you aside.

They want to take the credit for all that you have done,
They'll just sit and make you leap at the Sun.
Didn't I say?
They want to take the credit for all that you have done.

Such snakes slither into your life like a caring friend,
They act perfect, like a true friend is,
They'll impress you, they'll make sure you're following the latest trend,
But it's not until you hit the rocky road, you hear a hiss.

Yes. They show their true self.

They'll bake rumors and spread them far and wide,
They'll chuck muck over you 'til you cry,
Then on your misery, they'll have jolly ride,
They'll never let the pool of your misery dry.

I've seen such a poison viper in my life. Thus, here I stand narrating my plight.
When she came, her manners pleased my sight.

I befriended her.

"What happened then?" You may ask.
Let me tell you.

When she showed her true self, it was like someone hit me with a knife.
Such an over-dramatic and dominating person I'd never seen in my life.

She spread rumors far and wide,
On herself, she takes a lot of pride.

Oh! Those rumors were falser than the word false,
They killed my reputation dead,
And cut all the friendly calls,
I was so depressed, my mind was hanging by a mere thread.
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She hasn't changed much today,
We''ll never be true friends any day.

I warn you all.

Before you befriend someone, make sure that they are not the anacondas,
They will act friendly in the beginning but observe closely, you will see the changing hue.
Be alert, it won't take them long to forget what real friendship bond is,
Such snakes can never be friends who are true.

Drop by drop, grain by grain, overnight
the seeds of your love are growing inside my chest.
They spread their roots throughout my veins and capillaries.
But they don't know that,
my poisonous blood enter into their meristem gradually.
One day it will end them up with rotting roots and rusting leaves.
when they fight to survive.
Then please don't grieve yourself
When you did know that-
you planted on the moon's chest.

"Pick your poison."
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You.