In times of joy your friends are true
In times of pain they abandon you

Now I know that human nature
Is corrupt; made to hurt; to torture

Empty faces and hollow hearts
Venomous arrows and lethal darts

Lovely eyes of cheep fragile beads
Invented tales about noble, brave deeds

I stood by you, but you betrayed me
You shied away – turned around to flee

Your feeble excuse: you have no dime
To lend me from your small purse of time.

Now I stand alone in my pain
But I shall manage without you.