Just My Friends
What?
This is a story that I hate to tell
Derived from a hierarchy of popularity
These children are still not men
Sometimes I question if they ever will be
I've been constantly brainwashed
In this cosmic vortex of death
I never thought it'd get this bad
Drowning in these social waters
"Define me"
"Please like me"
That's all they really want to get from you
Maligning
You never actually know
What goes on behind those doors
They'll take a knife
Then happily stab you in the back
Don't tell me I look complex
I never thought it would get this bad
Drowning in these social waters
Have I fallen out with everybody here
I don't want to know if that's real or not
I forgot your face
I want to leave this place
An unfortunate disgrace
This is far from acceptable
Honesty I'd prefer you to hate me
Rather satisfactory
I'm disappointed
Poorly manufactured and overproduced
I don't want to be here
I'm sick and tired of everything
You put me through
No reason
No purpose
Where are your friends?
I'm afraid they're not here
A weak, pathetic culture
With nothing to lose
I've got no friends, and I don't care
This is a story that I hate to tell
Derived from a hierarchy of popularity
These children are still not men
Sometimes I question if they ever will be
I've been constantly brainwashed
In this cosmic vortex of death
I never thought it'd get this bad
Drowning in these social waters
"Define me"
"Please like me"
That's all they really want to get from you
Maligning
You never actually know
What goes on behind those doors
They'll take a knife
Then happily stab you in the back
Don't tell me I look complex
I never thought it would get this bad
Drowning in these social waters
Have I fallen out with everybody here
I don't want to know if that's real or not
I forgot your face
I want to leave this place
An unfortunate disgrace
This is far from acceptable
Honesty I'd prefer you to hate me
Rather satisfactory
I'm disappointed
Poorly manufactured and overproduced
I don't want to be here
I'm sick and tired of everything
You put me through
No reason
No purpose
Where are your friends?
I'm afraid they're not here
A weak, pathetic culture
With nothing to lose
I've got no friends, and I don't care
Credits
Writer(s): Bob Mcgonnell
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