Would you try to make me suffer so that you could find some joy
Would you hurt me over and over like some old and broken toy
You claim to be my friend while hurting me with what you know.
Karma is outside waiting for you, you're in for quite a show.
I have no meanness in me yet you would strive to get me upset
I try to keep my calmness but you would press me on to fret
I do not understand it when you're saying you are my friend.
When all I have in my memory is your most upsetting trend.
I talk with all of my angels and they assure me that I'm not alone
Though there are curious happenings occurring around the home.
I cling to all of my spirit guides and I listen to what they say
Please don't use our friendship so you can hurt me every day.