Connections could be made on a telephone screen
But to maintain them, you gotta look up and see
Staring at a bright light in your palm, best believe
You'll miss out on life if you walk like a zombie
Giving attention to random chats when I’m here
You’d rather pursue a trick who seems to be near
Some will only want to see me for my mistakes
Looking the other way to the progress I’ve made
So-called “friends” gossip behind my back like a snake
Leaving me feeling lost, hurt, alone, and betrayed
They don’t check up on me but they share my business
Ignoring the true definition of a friend
Talked shit about others but Snapchat their time with them
Don’t forget, karma makes her appearance in the end
You’ve shared with me your secrets, I know the real you
Can’t BS me, I can tell when you’re fake or true
©️ Feb 18, 2018
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