To all the sheep,

And all the wolves,

From the girl who weeps,

To all the fools,

Where would I be without them?

No where, that's where I'd be,

Nowhere is where I am now,

But at least I am somewhere.

To all the boys of the hallway,

The ones that doused my fires,

The fires of my heart,

Fires of hope so dire.

The ones that followed,

And the ones I admired,

The ones with their hand on my back,

The ones who called me a crier.

For them I spend my nights away,

In a strange and distant place,

I cry and pray and pass away,

Just to remember a face.

My life is null and void,

Society my worst enemy,

Life is hard when all is paradox,

Because this is a society of friends to me.

As I stab at the world,

With a broken pen,

But they hold me back with concern,

And they will until the end.

My friends are friends to me,

But am I friends to them?

Chained to a corner,

They release me if they can.

Friends of old, and friends of new,

Friends that shaped my past,

The friends who loved me, where are they?

For them the die is cast.

As I stare into the walls,

And think of what I've said,

Do I really deserve them?

Is this all in my head?

But the people there are real and sure,

The thought of them makes me sigh,

What makes a friend, I don't know,

But they'll be there until I die.