Why does it have to be me?
They complain
They make fake promises
They tell lies
They seem so nice
Outside and inside
They have the best smiles
They are fun to hang around with
Why me?

Are they truly my friends?
Are they just with me to make me feel better?
Why am I asking myself all these questions?
Well, am I wrong if I do so?
When will I ever stop complaining?
It all doesn’t matter
They are my girls
My hommies
My friends
My anonymous chicks