From day one I could not comprhend
Was it us, was it me, or was it them?
Friends will come and go as it seems
And now I have no shoulder on which to lean
Still I do not understand
You break your back for something
Well where's the fans?
Show me - respect
And I'll
Show me - Show you right back
I see the boys that I once called my friends
They'll fake a smile and then they'll shake your hand
When will this ever end?
