Trust, I watch you fall right through the floor And I try, but I don't care anymore Look at what a person you've become You just turn 'til you fall and come undone My friend, friend We've come to an end I painted this picture but the colors don't blend And now I can't deal cause I'd rather be real instead My friend, friend You've got to your head You tried to use the band aid but you laid cement And now I can say it's too late cause I'm good on friends I already got enough of them I already got enough of them Words, they never cut you to the bone Does it look good up there from your broken throne? Now are you gonna pull another stunt? Pull out your gun, it's all in good fun My friend, friend We've come to an end I painted this picture but the colors don't blend And now I can't deal cause I'd rather be real instead My friend, friend You've got to your head You tried to use the band aid but you laid cement And now I can say it's too late cause I'm good on friends I already got enough of them I already got enough of them