Pride

What kind of person ridicules vulnerability?
How heartless can a woman get?
Does it make any differenc what it does to me?
Will it be something they will regret

My mates will always be loyal
Male or female, all the same
A mate steps in and fights beside you
Even when you are the one to blame

Guanacos don't heed mental illness
They think you can pray it all away
But when a manic break hopsitalized me
No on refused to come and stay

By my bedside, by my side
For reasons did not interest them
One of their own was suffering
One of their own found almost dead

True friends will rib you 'cause they're loyal
True friends won't care why you're there
The simple truth my mortal coil
Was nearly loosed I almost dead

But still, some certain things are always right
I cannot take it one more night
The time has come now to decide
If I called you friend would I have lied?



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Writer(s): William Shaw
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