Can never be a friend, for he never was.
Painful is the breakup, yet a smooth way to depart.
Was he really a friend or just a stranger in a role?
Played his role well, alas! at my cost.
Was my mistake, a costly one, that worth a million.
Safe is my heart, but a broken one.
It’s better to stay safe than caught in a web of lies.
Would never ever like this kind, for he will remain the same.
A stranger is he but a good one, for he may be already caught in a web.
Poor is he, influenced by some, as nothing can be done.