I can never forgive you for what you did
And as long as you
Won't even ask for it
It will remain
Like a thorn in our side
Tearing up from taking
Or the [bad word] dry

For long I thought the problem was hidden in me
But in your wake there were other
Casualities

Telling the same
Story like my own
Sharing the same
Sorrow like my own

Telling the same
Story like my own
Sharing the same
Sorrow like my own

One day you'll wake up
To find that all
Your friends are on your payroll
You'll sit and wonder
Which one of them
Are only there because you pay them

Top from bottom
You got it made
How many more along your way
Stop being useful
Then sacrifice
So you could be alone claiming your prize

I'll accept excuses for not finding time
But they could never voucher
Against your lack of will
To recognize
The nature and the size
Of the gifts you were given
And the [bad word] that it implied

One day you'll wake up
To find that all
Your friends are on your payroll
You'll sit and wonder
Which one of them
Are only there because you pay them

Top from bottom
You got it made
How many more along your way
Stop being useful
Then sacrifice
So you could be alone claiming your prize