Better off Gone.

[Graemsay]

There’s the ones that you love, and the ones that you hate
There’s the people who care, and the people who fake
The people who hate, they hate cause its fun
But it always seems, the ones who love want to run
I’ve always tried, to keep all that I have
But in the end, my friendships get cut in half
The ones who say they love, just want a break
Because they’re fed up with you, and had all they can take
And sometimes you wonder, is this really the best
Or would your friends’ lives be better, if you packed up and left
You say to yourself, you need to be strong
You pack up and leave, because you’re better off gone

Any constructive criticism is appreciated