{Last time I checked, my feet were on the ground.
We were ok, even thought you'd be around.
Then you told me that you hated me and everything went fuzzy from there.}
I had to find you then.
I had to figure out now.
To die inside and lose a friend.
Still you don't know how you stabbed me in the back you jacka**.
Turn the wheel, lost all the money.
A misread line in an untold story.
{Now you sit in your room, yeah, smoking bud.
But me, I got some new wings.
And I'm flying.}
We'd talk everyday, but you took that away.
The friendship that we shared.
It ends now because I'm scared.
You talked behind my back, you a**hole.
And you thought I wouldn't know it,
but you didn't have the balls to show it.
Its nice to see who you really are (and now I see who you really are).