It seems that while I have friends
I have more enemies
I lost most of my friends
With bad opportunities

I'm grateful for those I have
And nostalgic for those I had
I miss all the old good times
And I even miss the bad

I miss sitting down to dinner
With companions by my side
Yet I avoided responsibility
And the blame I denied

So when I find myself alone
And short of food to eat
I can always count on myself
To make a meal from misery