I would love to sit down and bang some sense into you.
But then I realize that your brain is all messed up with dew.
I take friendship seriously and don’t treat it like a clown.
Then why the fuck do you always have that frown?
When not attending a party, I expect you to sit down and ask me the reason.
Don’t just call me a dumb modafucka and blame me for treason.
I expect you to understand my plight for not attending.
But you don’t give a fuck; friendship for you is like bartending.
A drinker is down, another one is up.
Even recollecting their names for you is sometimes pretty tough.
Then how can I expect you to remember my favorite sport?
Or my hobbies, my interests and other things to note?
You had whispered about chocolates and I instantly bought them to you.
For me, it shows that I do, indeed, care for you.
Then you accuse me of being unfriendly, rude and ungentlemanly.
But to this day, I maintain that I wasn’t wrong – pretty fucking confidently.
I remember cancelling many parties just for you, in the hour of need.
Now when you have a birthday plan up your sleeve, you don’t give a fuck about me?
I despise you as a pussy for always running behind your girlfriend.
You don’t have the balls to clear it out with me over a weekend!
I respect women folk a lot and let me put this straight.
Don’t you ever tell me that I haven’t got it in me, mate.
If you do, back it up with some fucking proof.
Don’t’ just ignore and vanish like a spoof.
You might be thinking that it makes you look cool.
Newsflash! By the laws of stupidity, you are a registered fool!
I respect the institution of friendship and take lots of pride in it.
But for you, it’s all a meaningful joke, you little dimwit.
I don’t give a fuck if you don’t turn back at me.
In fact, without your dumbass company, I feel so free.
I’m very bad at faking emotions you see.
So please pack your bags and walk the fuck away from me!