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I've said it before I'll say it again, I thought you were supposed to be my friends? Still I'm left here with scraped knees, You're my friendly enemies. From stupid to lazy And everything in between, I can't see what manner of friends you might be. This time I know I will not fall I'm gonna stand up and gonna stand tall Up against your atrocities and morbid philosophies So I promise from now on There's gonna be a brand new jon I won't put up any longer I'll just grow stronger and stronger. I've got acquaintances that Treat me better than my friends do They seem to think I'm a cool guy So what's the matter with you? From Letras Mania