I used to think, my friends were real,
And then my life became surreal.
And through the fog it dawned on me,
That maybe it was all a scheme?
Perhaps all the times I'd laughed and cried,
Inside my friends, something had died.
I was talking to some ghosts,
Who regarded me like a beggar, and them hosts.
But since that day when the tables turned,
No longer was I the one that fought and earned.
Every drop of friendship now,
Was given to me, not clawed for, how?
Now I have a good friendship,
No longer do I cry and drip.
For I can count on my friends to prevail,
On and on, lasting all a gale.
And then my life became surreal.
And through the fog it dawned on me,
That maybe it was all a scheme?
Perhaps all the times I'd laughed and cried,
Inside my friends, something had died.
I was talking to some ghosts,
Who regarded me like a beggar, and them hosts.
But since that day when the tables turned,
No longer was I the one that fought and earned.
Every drop of friendship now,
Was given to me, not clawed for, how?
Now I have a good friendship,
No longer do I cry and drip.
For I can count on my friends to prevail,
On and on, lasting all a gale.