Most of my friends who think
That they know me
Are the ones who know me the worse
They don’t really care about me
They rather see me go under the ground
Then that they see me come
But now I see my real friends
they don’t talk about me behind my back or some
Just come when your down but
they also come when you’re all right
for the real friends it doesn’t matter
they even come if you call them in the middle of the night