How did I believe a friends lies,
What am I to do when she cries?
I’m to be a friend,
We have known each other since way back when.

Finding truth of Her ways.
Looking back now I see wasted days.
She believes people are a game,
She is Mean, cruel and very vain.

Picking on people who aren’t the same,
So low as to tear friends apart,
Even before a friendship could start.

I regret I ever made that friend,
I should have seen this then.
Before her lies began,
I should have just looked the other way and ran.

Now that I see a different light,
Where two known enemies unite,
What was a friend now a foe,
And a new friendship is let to grow.
Enemies, no longer, now a new friendship has grown,
Poor MaryAnne is left alone.