With Friends Like These, Who Needs Anemones? by I.E Morgan

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And you’d think you know
Your friends
Are there for you
In your time of need
No help or condolences are
And condescendingly
Lead you back one step
Leave a mark on your record
Make you take longer to move on

You’d think your friends are there for you
They’re really not
When you depend on them for help
They forget about you
Don’t mention your name
Or don’t look at you

You’d think your friends would keep you from death
They lead you closer to it
And heartache
Don’t forget about heartache
They are
Nice enemies
Better off to make it on our own