Why do grown-ups,
Play childish games?
Behave like spoilt brats,
And call each other names?
We get into moods,
We act unhappy,
We hurt each other,
And get so snappy.
We don't forgive,
And we don't forget,
We don't say sorry,
And we don't regret.
We scold children,
When they behave this way,
We act condescending,
'Grow up, ' we say.
It's all because of the enemy,
Enemy Number One,
He makes us insecure,
And makes us act so dumb.
But when we lose a friendship,
We stand to lose so much,
A shoulder to cry on,
A needed gentle touch.
A true friend is not,
So difficult to keep,
True friends are forgiving,
They don't make each other weep.
They give each other chances,
And brush off the childish stuff,
They aren't sesnsitive,
When things get tough.
It's not in my nature,
To give up on a friend,
But the pain has to stop,
It really has to end.
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