I was down and in a bad place,
I called you and you had this annoyed face.
You were my best friend, you were my partner.
Then you made me feel like I was always a bother.

How does it feel to wear the clothes you do?
How does it feel now that I am now longer beside you?
Tell me, tell me.

You were my brother, you were my pal, you closed your door on me when I was in hell.
You could have thrown me some water to cool off the flames.
You could have opened your arms to me, instead you made me feel ashamed.
How does it feel now when you see me walking?
Do you hide and avoid saying 'hello'?
How does it feel to be way up on that diving board?
While I am still struggling just not to drown.
Tell me, tell me.

You once needed me and I was there.
You once was so lonely and I was one who cared.
I gave you my wife and I pushed you towards yours.
Now you stand there pretending, posing as if you are a man.
You can fool most people, maybe all of them.
But I know the real you and I know you are not what you pretend.