I've seen too many "friends" just come and go.
Solution clear: Just don't trust anyone.
Failed at that, too. Now I just feel low.
Why must I fall for every lie and con?
I'll wait to get stabbed in the back once more.
It's not as if I don't know how it goes.
It's not as if I've not been there before.
Sure, each time's disappointing, and it shows.
I will survive, until one day, I don't.
The ones who've stayed - still never know how long...
They think I'll still be here. One day I won't.
Meanwhile, I must pretend that I am strong
enough to handle even more rejection:
price to pay for my misplaced affection.