So maybe my friends
are bad influences.
So they cut,
drink, and smoke.

Maybe they have made me bad,
what's your point?
I may have become depressed,
but what's your point?

You tell me these things,
but what do you expect for me to do?

You want me to stop talking to them?
You don't want me trusting them?
How naïve you truly are!

They always protect me.
I love who I am now.
They are me only true friends.

A/N: Yeah, I know this isn't that good, but I had to put something up. It's been forever since the last time I did. Please review.