Rose Coloured Glasses.

My eyes are suddenly open and the rose coloured glasses are now off,

I'm sick of these so called 'Friends' sitting slagging me off.

I do my best to help them succeed,

When they would sooner have me on my knees,

Sucking dick as they are spitting frees,

Bitch, pleeeeeease!

As a friend, I am loyal and I'll encourage you more than most,

I want you to stay on track and achieve those life goals,

But all I seem to do is impose.

Or that's how you make me feel.

I get shunned for my Twitter behaviour, yet it's fine when I'm cooking you a slap up meal,

Are you for real?

I hate feeling like this and being angry, but today that's what this music scene is all about,

Bitch made rappers, you fill my mind with doubt.

The audience they have, they could change the world,

Kids are young, easy to shape and mold.

Yet these men are setting a prime example sitting in pub corners.

Sniffing gram after gram and smoking quarter after quarter.

Looking out of the window as if the world owes them something,

I do what I do for nothing,

Yet I get no respect,

I think they should all just stay in the pub, with their knitting needles and hair nets.