A friend is someone who is true
Even when they can’t be near you
They’d still drop any and everything
When you feel confused and unsure

Friendship is a gift to treasure
Until someone tarnishes this
With jealousy and rudeness
Back-stabbing, hypocrisy…

Things change and so do we
With different paths which
We will independently need
But that doesn’t equal bailing
From someone totally when
You find a fill-in for a friend
Someone who will cater to
Your inability to yet mature

No one gets it all properly always
But admit you messed up things
You lost touch and now laugh
Jesting on your own behalf

Take it all in, because I now know
That I had long ago out-grown
Fake ways; acting which I wasn’t
I feel so free from the jealous one

(Outro)
You lost touch from reality and us and now laugh it up. Jesting on only your own behalf, because there is always another side; somewhere else the truth does lie.