You Were a Friend of Mine
You were a friend of mine
You sent me message at strikes of nine
It says, "Goodmorning beautiful..."
Which I thought was so thoughtful
You were a friend of mine
You're prolly at the age of fifty-nine
You sent me messages nonstop
What is this some kind of crap?
You were a friend of mine
Suddenly, you acted like you're mine.
You sent sweet texts from more than a mile
I realized, you're a pedophile
It was really, really alarming
Can't bare to see more in the morning
I sought guidance from all
You got triggered like a fireball
You were a friend of mine
But you showed me the sign
That you're clearly a pedophile
I'll stay away, not only for awhile.
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