Friends
Soon I'll be a ghost, soon I'll lose my name
It's nothing that I'll miss, it's nothing but a shame
Assume I'll never speak to anyone again
Assume I never cared, I never was your friend
You assume all that you want, I won't be mad about it
You think so little of me, I won't waste my time upon it
I had something to say and now that someone's listening
You think I'm losing my head? Well, I'm sick of this shit
And I can't be told, I won't be taught
I won't fold, it can't be bought
I'm not that cold, say what you want
I won't be sold
Edge that cuts in deep through muscle, skin, and bone
You think that I'd forget what I consider home
And you could let me go, and you could call it good
You think I'd walk away? And maybe I should
And I can't be told, I won't be taught
I won't fold, it can't be bought
I'm not that cold, say what you want
I won't be sold
You assume all that you want, I won't be mad about it
You think so little of me, I won't waste my time upon it
I had something to say and now that someone's listening
You think I'm losing my head? Well, I'm sick of this shit
And if I never return a call or letter, was it
Because of all I had earned, or how you talked around it?
You put me down all you want, say I forgot who I am
Go and tell all your friends, I was never your friend
I was never your friend
It's nothing that I'll miss, it's nothing but a shame
Assume I'll never speak to anyone again
Assume I never cared, I never was your friend
You assume all that you want, I won't be mad about it
You think so little of me, I won't waste my time upon it
I had something to say and now that someone's listening
You think I'm losing my head? Well, I'm sick of this shit
And I can't be told, I won't be taught
I won't fold, it can't be bought
I'm not that cold, say what you want
I won't be sold
Edge that cuts in deep through muscle, skin, and bone
You think that I'd forget what I consider home
And you could let me go, and you could call it good
You think I'd walk away? And maybe I should
And I can't be told, I won't be taught
I won't fold, it can't be bought
I'm not that cold, say what you want
I won't be sold
You assume all that you want, I won't be mad about it
You think so little of me, I won't waste my time upon it
I had something to say and now that someone's listening
You think I'm losing my head? Well, I'm sick of this shit
And if I never return a call or letter, was it
Because of all I had earned, or how you talked around it?
You put me down all you want, say I forgot who I am
Go and tell all your friends, I was never your friend
I was never your friend
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Writer(s): Johnny Manchild And The Poor Bastards
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