I'm becoming wierder and wierder everyday Behind my back, those are the things you say. I'm so-called cranky and bitchy Becoming more so each coming day Behind my back, those are the things you say. There are so many things that I'd just love to say to you But me being kind, is keeping those feelings at bay. You whisper in a quiet voice, how you think my make-up or clothes are wierd that day A real friend, I once long ago thought you were, but now know you are not Behind my back, and in-front of me, cruel comments are what you make. I've now begun realizing, that I can pick and choose my friends I can tell you now, our friendship will very soon, be coming to its end. I only hope you'll see, and that you'll realize, that cruel isn't cool or the way to be Before it's too late For if you don't, you'll end up sad and alone like you used to make me feel Behind your back, those are the things I say.