I have this friend, or so it seems,
Who discourages me to follow my dreams,
She was never there when I need her the most,
But is always the first to pop-up to boast.
Who mooches off anyone she can see,
And considers herself Miss Popularity.
It was about time when I faced reality,
And found that this “friend” lacks sentimentality.
That she's no friend of mine at all,
Instead, she's a conceited person who enjoys my fall.
I thought she really was a friend,
Or so it seems.