Friends

Soon I'll be a ghost, soon I'll lose my name It's nothing that I'll miss, it's nothing but a shame Assume I'll never speak to anyone again Assume I never cared, I never was your friend You assume all that you want, I won't be mad about it You think so little of me, I won't waste my time upon it I had something to say and now that someone's listening You think I'm losing my head? Well, I'm sick of this shit And I can't be told, I won't be taught I won't fold, it can't be bought I'm not that cold, say what you want I won't be sold Edge that cuts in deep through muscle, skin, and bone You think that I'd forget what I consider home And you could let me go, and you could call it good You think I'd walk away? And maybe I should And I can't be told, I won't be taught I won't fold, it can't be bought I'm not that cold, say what you want I won't be sold You assume all that you want, I won't be mad about it You think so little of me, I won't waste my time upon it I had something to say and now that someone's listening You think I'm losing my head? Well, I'm sick of this shit And if I never return a call or letter, was it Because of all I had earned, or how you talked around it? You put me down all you want, say I forgot who I am Go and tell all your friends, I was never your friend I was never your friend