I'm tired of being fairweather friends,
With it I've burnt my candle at both ends.
So, please, just wait until I breathe my last,
Dead in the water and collecting dust.
'Cause everything's been cut and dried:
My mind is numb, my hands are tied.
I've cut my nose to spite my face,
To try and keep my only ace.
I wonder, why you had to knock me flat.
But, well, it's curiosity that killed the cat.
Where there's a will, there is a way...
But there is nothing left for us to say.
To a False Friend
© Copyright: Марина Фордвэкс, 2008
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