You call me friend but sometimes I must wonder
if you remember who or what I Fucking am
from start to end I gave you all but you've forgotten
you only tell me what you think you do form
you want it I got it best not take it less you mean it
it can do wonders or break up your Fucking life
its true to say you ain't the first to sting me
Its on the way i always feel it in the wind
well one fine day you'll make your move but you'll regret it
you'll loose it all and tell yourself the blames on me
I wont stay up to long crying when your gone
if you turn away and run its your choice from now on
don't know why I bother its just a gift or curse I got
I gotta let you take something from inside me
