I want to tell you a little story
Cause it makes me warm inside
It's about some friends growing up
And all the things they tried
I'm not talking about staple [bad word] 
They went for something more
I guess it was too much dreaming
Too much to hope for
One day something funny happened
But it scared the [bad word] out of me
Their heads went in different directions
And their friendship ceased to be

I'm telling you I want it to work
I don't like being hurt
Something's not right inside
And I can't always put it aside
What can we do, what can we do?

Try

I guess I make too much [bad word] 
Someday we'll look back and laugh

Mr. Present, go away [bad word] back and [bad word] with us some other day
Mr. [bad word] and hide
You have no right to what you feel inside
 [bad word]  quick to kiss
Talk you [bad word]  but don't [bad word] with this
All I want to know is
I holding on? I moving on?
What can we do, what can we do?