My Friend

I was always aware of how time had the power of change
How it could replace old morals with new ones
Time in a way, was like some warped stock exchange

I never expected to be confronted with it firsthand so soon
I never expected it to take hold
to warp and to mold her view of me
forever changing our friendship tune

Now since time has passed
she looks down her nose at me
her attitude towards life has changed so fast
And while she's insecure and hurtful
piercing my flesh with stinging words
I feel nothing but agony for her
and her reasons that are so trifle

I see how she looks down her nose at me
smirks when she thinks I can't see
and from her critisism?
that i'll never be free of

Time has changed and twisted her heart
replaced my friend with a stranger
gave her caring heart hurt and anger
warped and hidden her in such a way
that if I were to try and find her again,
I wouldn't even know where to start

She may view me as low and far beneathe her
now that she has climbed the ranks
but if its popularity she now prefers
then let's be frank
she's not worth my time
i'd rather walk the plank

She'd probably let me too
walk right off the deep end
and swallow water till I turned blue

I'm so tired of this pretend
I hate time and all it stands for
I guess I just miss my friend