Too Many Tears Not Enough Eyes

Fake

Shall I compare my friends to seasons

Thou art more changing than the world itself

From nice to treason without a reason

which would keep our friendship true to itself

Thou changes their mind like summer changes

To fall, and fall to winter in minutes

As our friendship grows our friendship ages

Speech becomes sounds of crickets

Thou spilled my secrets like a faucet

I'm a foolish fool for trusting a tool

But your secrets lie in a full basket

For you trusting me while I too can be cruel

Friendship comes and goes in all sorts of ways

But friendship like these aren't strong and none stay.