I was a fool these past few months, I became obsessed with despair.
The hope I had had disappeared, it was no longer there.
But you still gave me all your time, still called me your best friend.
The two of us have a special bond, that whenever broken will still mend.

I lost my way, I couldn't change, I hid my plans from you.
A liar and a dirty cheater, never told you what was true.
But on that day you recieved a reminder, one that was so grim.
"That boy is mentally ill," they said. I don't do this on a whim.

I lost my mind when they teased me. I couldn't keep my cool.
I became a bitter man, treated everyone like a fool.
I hurt those in higher power than me, scared those who were below.
I told them not to say anything or they would have to go.

So you found out, but you forgave me, when I wanted to die.
And I promise it won't happen again. I don't want to see you cry.
I've found the hope that I once lost, and it's when I'm with you.
I enjoy talking to you more than them, it's strange but it's true.

You won't leave no matter what I do. You stay, because you trust me.
You see something in both sides of me-- whatever that may be.
You'll be here 'til my bitter demise, when everything just ends.
Because that is just how it goes when we are true friends.