You call me friend but sometimes I must wonder
if you remember who or what I [bad word] am
from start to end I gave you all but you’ve forgotten
you only tell me what you think you do form

you want it I got it best not take it less you mean it
it can do wonders or break up your [bad word] life

its [bad word] to say you ain't the first to sting me
Its on the way i always feel it in the wind
well one fine day you'll make your move but you'll regret it
you'll loose it all and tell yourself the blames on me

I wont stay up to long crying when your gone
if you turn away [bad word] its your choice from now on

don’t know why I bother its just a gift or curse I got
I gotta let you take something from inside me