My so-called friends
Where are they now
I guess a love that bends
Isn’t worth much anyhow

They come and go
And talk their shit
And when I really need to know
All I get is spit in my eye

Some people want to know
All about my history
And no one seems to care
That none of it’s noteworthy

I’m hardly phased anymore
By your classless ways
It takes more than that to amaze me
These days

And it doesn’t really bother me
I just cut out any part of me
That’s been bruised