Guess my friendship was worth a twenty dollar bill
Talk behind my back, Steal what I would give
Lies, to serve your greed, your ego, your hate
I'd rather be alone, Than on guard
No more long afternoon chats at the park, Or trips to the mall
For my trust, Has turn to dust
I built high walls, But I let you in
I shared my time, my heart, and i cared
I guess the footprints that were next to mine
Has been washed away by waves
And the shifting sands of time.
