To believe that friendship is something sacred,
is like spitting on the ground and calling it art,
Too many run-arounds with the same kinds of crowd,
and I'm tired of putting myself on the line.

It's the worst of it's kind,
To know that all your friends tell lies.

I'm done playing nice,
Pretending everything's fine,
Because when it all comes down to it,
I'm the one that holds my life.

Best friend's never had such a meaning,
as it does to me right now,
and if I could pretend I didn't feel this way,
I wouldn't feel like choking someone out.

Circles of the same ol' same,
has turned my trust into a form of pain.

I'll pretend it's okay,
I'll swallow that pride,
I've learned to want so little,
and it's really not worth my time.

The worst days become hell,
when you have to realize so much,
When you finally feel like you're connecting,
it always turns to dust.