I have two friends They come round often Always uninvited I can never turn them down. They ask if they can stay It's their decision anyway I guess I know now
But maybe I'm not good enough
They always talk to much I can never get a word out Or a breath in. They jumble my mind And leave me silent
Maybe I'm not good enough
I only have one choice They're always so convincing They wrap themselves around me Until sweat drips down my back They leave me with no doubt
I'm not good enough
Their cries are only whispers But their ideas, clear as day How can one be good If there is nothing to his name