What does friend mean to you?
A word so wrongfully abused
Are you like me, confused
All included but you
Alone...

The sounds of silence often soothe
Shapes and colors shift with mood
Pupils widen and change their hue
Rapid brown avoid clear blue

Why's it have to be this way
Be this way (x5)

Flowers watched through wide eyes bloom
A child sings an unclaimed tune
Innocence spins cold cocoon
Grow to see the pain too soon

Why's it have to be this way
Be this way (x5)

"7 am on a Tuesday, in August...
Next week I turn 28...
I'm still young,
It'll be me...
Off the wall I scrape...you...
I gotta wake...
Show me you're irate
That's my fate.
They.....
My fate...
Never going to fuck with me again...
Don't fuck with me again...
That one goes out straight
[Through] you....
Irate