I ve said it before I ll say it again,
I thought you were supposed to be my friends?
Still I m left here with scraped knees,
You re my friendly enemies.
From stupid to lazy
And everything in between,
I can t see what manner of friends you might be.

This time I know I will not fall
I m gonna stand up and gonna stand tall
Up against your atrocities and morbid philosophies
So I promise from now on
There s gonna be a brand new jon
I won t put up any longer
I ll just grow stronger and stronger.

I ve got acquaintances that
Treat me better than my friends do
They seem to think I m a cool guy
So what s the matter with you?