Naive is she,

That looks at me,

And expects more,

Than what she sees.

Expects a friend,

Someone to trust,

Someone who's there,

Loyal and kind

Those qualities exist

In me,

Not for her,

All she will get,

Is hollow words,

And misleading trust.

I don't mean to be cruel,

But she's not my type.

She forced friendship upon us,

Built on misleading trust,

And hollow words.

All made of lies.