• I cannot be healed,
    by the wound that my friends made.
    They left me here alone,
    when all of them could have stayed.

    In order to be accepted,
    I must hide who I am.
    If I reveal who I am,
    they'd leave my life to damn.

    My friends scold me,
    in every decision that I make.
    The dissect everything that I say,
    and make me feel fake.

    But my FRIEND won't leave me,
    he will stand by me through thick n' thin.
    We know each other's faults,
    and aid each other out of sin.

    My "friends" might fade away,
    but my friend helps me climb the steep.
    All of my friends are shallow,
    but my only friend is deep.