I hear it in the breathe they take,
Not sympathy for the tears I cry,
Only aggravation,
"My friends"
They grow angry with me,
As I watch their agitation grow I realize I might be loosing them,
I might be loosing the best thing I've had,
It's kind of sad,
Knowing friends is the greatest joy I can ever have,
But even they fade,
And the moment they do I'll be alone again,
I always seem to end up alone,
Everything seems so temporary,
And nothing I do can change that,
All good fades,
And it seems the bad over stays it's welcome,
But it stays,
It's there even through the good moments,
Waiting for the good to end and bad to begin,
But it's okay,
It's all just temporary.