The usual lives of every one gather
Dust in my mind
I really don't have time to
Sit and think about theirs

When I can sit and think about my own
And the mistreated people of the world
Or as a matter of fact how about
The friends I know
The friends that know
How their lives are

I know mine but I never took the
time to understand theirs
How can I call myself
A friend
When I can't even sympathize or
Be of comfort

How can I just sit back while some are being threatened
While some are being cursed at?
All this and my friends still take up for me
Is that what a real friend is?

How can I just sit there
While they're fighting my battles
How can I let myself be there for them
When I can't do anything

How can they expect me to be happy
All the time when sometimes
All I want to do is cry?

How can I know myself so well
But resent the fact I know myself at all
How can I force myself to
Be happy for the ones' I know
But not for myself

My laughter and smiles are not
Always genuine
I bet I fool my friends
I bet I fool them all
Heck I even fool myself sometimes

I know my friends well enough
To not let them
See me sad