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When my friends went through struggles 
I would always help them out 
extending my hand out in troubles 
as I could when they were down 
when the world around them crumbled 
I was the one who’d be about 
when they would fight or royal rumble 
I’d be there without a doubt 

I guess that’s just the man I am 
putting others first 
I’d sacrifice my own plan 
to stop them feeling worse 

I never had a friend like me 
one who would be selfless 
I knew friends who had to be 
better than those helpless 

They wouldn’t catch the falling ones 
but would observe them hit the ground 
then say it’s something they ain’t done 
and laugh out loud and act all proud 

Make no attempt to pick you up 
speak critically or not notice 
soaking up the change of luck 
a feeling they ain’t hopeless 

Finally somebody else is feeling all the pain 
focusing on themselves somethings never change 
they blame it on what you did and how you play the game 
they would never be so stupid and you shouldn’t complain 

Very happy when someone suffers 
as they believe that they look good 
they say how they will help out others 
but for now don’t think they should 

They choose to see it as your fault 
put it down to your stupidity 
insulting you the end result 
as they vent their negativity 

So now when they all go through struggles 
I’m not there as I walked out 
extending my fist would cause trouble 
with pleasure I would knock ‘em down 
Now I just laugh as their world crumbles 
as they have no one about 
Yes I would fight then royal rumble 
you can’t keep friends that you doubt 

They say they do not understand 
why I am not about 
when people ask them where I am 
they’re told we didn’t fall out 

They say I’m getting my head straight 
because I went all strange 
they act upset they’ve lost a mate 
no reason I would change 

They act like they are such good friends 
who did nothing to deserve this pain 
I left them and took the good trends 
my failure they’d be happy again 

So now they soak up sympathy 
whilst acting like they care 
they act this way with company 
as if life is so unfair 

saying we were such great mates 
until my damaged mental state 
they gave love and I gave hate 
as if it’s all too much to take

I don’t know why they were my friends 
I think I just got stuck with them 
I think of them and one thought trends
a bunch of boys who fail as men!
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