Sometimes, when I look at you,
I think if I'm still being true.
Do my intention remain pure?
Or did the words express a new rule?
I always want genuine camaraderie,
But my complicated mind makes me worry.
I crave a common stance,
Yet my eyes see no chance.
I do care for you, friend.
Buy why sometime do I influence?
When I tolerate twisting your head,
How's it hidden, the wrong lead?
I'm genuine for the friendship.
But sometimes I switch.
Today, I may speak truth;
Tomorrow, words changes route.
Safe to say this is my nature,
I admit and refuse in venture.
My mouth agrees and protests,
Basically, I'm unintentionally dishonest.
