Friends and everyone else will change,
There's no question about that.
One day they are your BFF,
The next they are a rat.
Or you both could just grow apart,
Get caught up in daily life.
No longer having quite as much time
For friendship as for strife.
Ideally, you would have changed together,
And learned from one another.
But sometimes someone just jumps ship,
Or just doesn't seem to bother.
And that, my friend, is the saddest thing,
As you're left standing by yourself:
Emptily glancing at the one you've known
So much better than anyone else.
