You're my friend when we're not in a crowd
but with your friends
you won't look at me
you're lips move, but you won't speak aloud
to the goth
the freaky girl in black
The one who is DIFFERENT than you.
If my personality changed the color of my skin it would be racisim.
If my clothes were attached to me, to you, it would be a deformity.
If a friendship is about sticking up for one another, than I guess we are no more.
But I'll still stick up for you when they call you a whore.
When your "friends" talk about you behind your back to me
I'll never let them see
that I really think the same
Because you were my friend once
and even if it was only for a short while
I'll remember it for your sake.
I hope you're happy, social climber
I lie for you
because I guess we're friends.