With friends like these, who needs enemies?
I’m happy for you, but you’re getting pretty sickening.
I try to tell you but you never listen.
That’s just the way everything goes.
But you’re my friend and I can’t help but worry about you.
Because I’ve seen this all before and this relationships so see through.
I can’t respect your choice, so I’ll just keep this to myself, but I’m bored, I wait for the end.
I’m tired of waiting for life to begin.
I’m getting old, it seems to me that people fall in love too easily.
Tired of chasing gold and settling for silver.
If you forget your friends, you can’t expect them to remember.
All you people fall in love too easily, it cheapens the meaning of that finest of feelings we hold so dear and always will.