These people don't care about us
They only scan our content
And find out what applies to them
Then speak as if we're in a convent
They're footsteps are all over us
When will you get it in our head?
All these "friends" we call our friends
Are with us to meet all their ends.
So if they're there to meet their ends,
Let's collect our dividends.
Our services are not for free
We halt production to boost theirs
And when we're down, they let us be
But when their down, we're kissing theirs.
So wake up man, before you start to harm me
Take what you call a "friendship" and leave it at the Salvation Army
On the contrary, I feel they do
They care about us more than you
They pushed us up when we were falling
Instead of helping them help us,
You made it hard with all your bawling
All you do is make a fuss
So what if things aren't always peachy?
So what if they call us for favors in the end?
Who else were they to call for?
Isn't that why you call a friend?
Maybe they don't latch for our services.
Maybe those're indirect benefits
Maybe you say that's the way it is,
'Cause you can't grasp the beauty of it.
So don't screw this up for the both of us
'Cause for real man, I've had enough of it.
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