No more of you No more of us I'm tired of you All you were was a fuss. You'd cause me tears And days of gloom Now we are over You are in for the doom. You think I like you But, boy are you wrong This isn't just a poem But a true song! You're days of control are done Your teasing has hurt I"m an expert And I know a fake friend when I see one. Go find someone else To tease and to hurt I'll be there for her Remember I'm an expert. She won't get sad Or even that mad Because I'll be a true friend Until the very end! http://ficlets.com/feed/story/29459