They're no friends of mine Why would I want that in my life All they bring is misery and pain Nothing but bullies I get lost in the rain Trying to escape Escape the suffering I want something better Something tangible and real Though it wouldn't be smart to think I can get away from pain. It's always going to be out there. Waiting. It's how I handle it is what's going to be sane Maybe these bullies, society who are dum about mental illness and try to make things harder on me, are ****** in the head. They're the head cases that need the help. But I'm still going to be me, that's all I have, I can't trust no one else, and they ain't going to ******* change that.