Make up, gossip, and expensive clothes,
I know you,
You were one of those who talked shit,
Made lives miserable,
Posing to be a friend,
One day it'll come back to you and get you in the end.

It's been a long time,
Go back to high school,
I didn't like you then and I won't start to,
I've got better things to do than sit here and ignore you,
You're just the same as before.

Self serving ego is what you are,
Have you found it didn't get you very far?
After all this time it, seems like nothing's changed,
And you're wondering why you're running out of friends.