You said you'd stick by me, forever, to the end,
only took a bend in the rule to have me looking like a fool.
Things are destroyed, everyone is annoyed at me because I lost my self,
in grief and poor health.
I needed you to stick with me but you're sick of me,
you've made a right prick of me and now the clock is tock-tick for me.
Time's running out, I'm spinning out,
my hair is thinning now,
coming out in clumps when I'm tearing it,
and you're all sharing in swearing to tell me I've had my last chance.
I tried to stay strong in my stance in this pathetic bicker,
but it's making me sicker.
Either you stand by me, or you go,
either give a hand to me or know,
you were never a true friend after all.
Bend, break, brittle, fall.
Are you with me or against me?
are you my comrade or my foe? do you really even know?
I said what I said out of love, I'm not ashamed of it,
won't be blamed for it, so guess this is the end of the game.
Such a fucking shame, thought ties were tough but they turn out to be tame.
Very few are in my halls of fame of those that last,
very few, unlike you will last.
Maybe you saved yourself, and got out in time,
just before the shit hit the fan.
Or maybe guys, you could of stuck with the plan.
You hit the road, did one, ran. You never will stick it, never could or can.
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