Friends... Or So I Call Them

Friends... or so i call them

All around me, crowding me
I want them to do this, really
It helps me stuff myself away
It lets me pretend I'm okay

Friends... Or that's what I think they are

I've invited myself again this time
They're great kids. not like I
People say I'm a bad influence
No matter how many times i break down n repent

Friends... Do they really care, though?

I mean I've never been 'one of them'
Want me here? I thought not. Tell me then,
Why do you put up with this mess
Just tell me to leave and then forget...

This Lonely girl, like everyone else
Never able to be herself
Judged by everyone, I'm so sorry
I don't even know who's truly me
If you don; t want me here, tell me, I pray
But without some friends, i have no way

Friends... Or so i think...

I've got a nickname and some laughs
But do they stab me in the back?
No not these ones, they're too nice
So is that why they put up with this blight?

Friends... At least I hope they are...

We laughed a lot, but we talked too
I mean we all say 'man, i love you'
I was a dork, what i really like to be
But I wonder if behind the mask they see

This Lonely girl, like everyone else
Never able to be herself
Judged by everyone, I'm so sorry
I don't even know who's truly me
If you don't want me here, tell me, I pray
But without some friends, i have no way

by Gabriella Franco

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