If they really cared, they would be there
But now you look around and no one’s there.
Pretentious vain fellows they are – hypocrites
Speaking loud empty words that for their mouth aren’t fit.
Friends we be, say they. But why then alone do I be?
Could it be these words you speak you didn’t really mean?
You said we’d be friends – well okay then.
If we’re friends, when are we hanging out then?
If you are my friend can I call you tonite?
Or are you tired and your schedule too tight?
Is there anything in your definition of friends
That you offer me? Or was it cheap words instead?
Were those words you spake, truly precious
Or were they instead hollow and pretentious?
If actions are word’s confirmation and affirmation
Then your absence of them is surely condemnation.
Why speak what is not true, or speak half truths?
If you really meant your words, where’s the proof?
It’s okay though – I didn’t buy your pretence.
So even though your words are a lie – I take no offence.
I am one who has been waken from sleep, eyes open
I’ve been fooled once before by promises broken
When I was barely conscious but now I’m planning to die
With both eyes open, even if it hurts, I choose truth over lies.
Don’t think me fooled when you say, we’re friends.
I know there’s a short distance between friends and fiends.
Truth be told, I forsaw this day, I have no fears.
I’d rather live in truth with no one near
Than be surrounded by imaginary people who said
‘We’re here!’ Yet only attend your funeral of death.