{Last time I checked, my feet were on the ground.

We were ok, even thought you'd be around.

Then you told me that you hated me and everything went fuzzy from there.}

I had to find you then.

I had to figure out now.

To die inside and lose a friend.

Still you don't know how you stabbed me in the back you jackass.

Turn the wheel, lost all the money.

A misread line in an untold story.

{Now you sit in your room, yeah, smoking bud.

But me, I got some new wings.

And I'm flying.}

We'd talk everyday, but you took that away.

The friendship that we shared.

It ends now because I'm scared.

You talked behind my back, you asshole.

And you thought I wouldn't know it,

but you didn't have the balls to show it.

Its nice to see who you really are (and now I see who you really are).