That's it - I've had about as much as I can take.
You're not my friend, idiot, you're a fake.
How many times have I asked you NOT to break a date?
If you actually turn up, you're never early and always late.
Every single time I have needed you, you disappear.
So I crumble alone - fix myself - than you reappear.
It doesn't work like that asshole, you should be forever.
You're never here for me, you're just a fairweather.
I've had verrucas that give me more support,
You're little more than a dumb cohort.
You're full of shit too, lying know it all scumbag,
Take your STD ridden ass elsewhere, fucking slag.
This may be pretty low - blasting you online.
Frankly you've treated me worse, so this is fine.
Don't call me, text me or contact me, you're not my friend.
I've discovered the real you - a scabby, infected bell end.