I swear

I don't fuckin' care

About the petty little problems in your life

The stupid insecurities that give you strife

When your fa├žade goes tumbling to the ground

There won't be a decent shoulder around

Pop your happy pills till your cross-eyed and can't see it

Look like you need a savior, but I'm not gonna be it

And when

You're on your knees

I WON'T BE A FRIEND IN NEED

You'll see

Things aren't so bad

ONCE THEY GET EVEN WORSE

I don't want to hear

How whisky washed away the tears

And how sex made things all right

Even if it was only for one night

You sicken me, you addictive whore

I won't fucking sit here any more

I've got problems too

But I don't take them out on you

No - I don't have the time

To listen to you whine

SO FUCK OFF

Someday.. you will find

That no one pays you any mind

No one wished you any pain

Until you started to complain

And when

You're on your knees

I WON'T BE A FRIEND IN NEED

You'll see

Things aren't so bad

ONCE THEY GET EVEN WORSE
There will come a day and I'll be far away.