Every thing is changing
Why is this happing
We all have good friends
But some are changing

They used to be good friends
But they’ve broken out of their shell
Now we see who they really are
And the kind of person they are, we can tell

What happened to them
we will never know
But one thing that gets me annoyed
Is the friends we thought were good

Really werent,
The friends
That dont change are mine to hold
We change in good ways
And sometimes people change bad

But that dosnt mean
That they have to act snotty
They can just be quiet
My real friends are the ones

I will hold