Emphysema

Friends is a word thrown around these days
Like it's worth nothing to anyone
But I hold the true meaning close to my heart
But you
where do I start?
I feel like I've got a disease and the air within my lungs
Is constantly exhaled
You're making it hard to breathe
You are watching my life turn into a living hell
But everywhere I go
I can't get the thought out of my head of how you
Think you beat me
No you'll never beat me
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But people like you
They make me appreaciate
The kind of person that I am
And thought I'll never let this go
I'll never sinks to the lows
That you find such a comfortable place to hide
Take this mirror and stare back into your own eyes
This is disgusting I hope you see it
(And hate the person you are)
Everywhere I go
I can't get the thought out of my head of how you
Think you have beat me
No you'll never beat me
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But people like you
They make me appreaciate
The kind of person that I am
You will crumble in this world
If you keep up this joke of an act
(Is this the act)?
That's bringing pride to your family name
(I don't think so)
You've got better things to be doing
Work out your own life
Before you crititque the content of mine
I think you should take the advice
Friends where do I start?
Friends where do I start?
Friends is a word thrown around these days
Like it's worth nothing
But everywhere I go
I can't get the thought out of my head of how you
Think you have beat me
No you'll never beat me
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But people like you
They make me appreciate
The kind of person that I am