They bitch and bitch and talk and talk,
And make everyone feels so small.
Their words like arrows through innocent hearts,
And all they do is maul.

She sits at home and cries and cries,
Relinquish her hopes and fears.
But in the end she's so upset,
There's nothing in her life but tears.

But do they stop, or carry on?
A lesson they'll never learn.
That even through abandonment,
A good bitch they'll always yearn.

The victims they hurt have nowhere to go,
And try to seek help and advice.
But even their friends, who they truly trust,
Can't deal with the three blind mice.

Amazing to see, the number of faces,
Some people seem to show.
They'll say one thing, but mean another,
And make people feel so low.

You sit next to someone you hate and despise,
Deep down you cry and cry.
There's nothing you can do, but sit and stare,
And ask yourself... "Why?"

All day long, you stay and keep mum,
False sentiments portrayed on your face.
An unwanted facade you always must show,
For sadness... There can be no trace.

You bottle your feelings, deep down inside,
But your eyes begin to itch.
Because one thing you know, your "friend" on the right,
Is nothing...But a great big bitch!