I've lost the ones I hold dear
To the other crowds around
The *** smokers and chain smokers
The cheer leaders and class clowns

All the cool kids in the street
Basically everyone that you could possibly meet
Except me, I sit here lonely
Only called upon to be used as a seat

I'm walked on and trashed on
And I don't really blame them anyways
For I am disgusting and weak
Having see my better days

So good bye my so called friends friends
I hope you find what you're looking for
While I sit here and wait patiently
For new friends to walk in the door

But there won't be any new friends
That's the punchline, you see
I don't expect you to understand it
Because that "I" was once "We"