My friends

I see through their weaved disguise
i see the sorrow behind their eyes
the smile they put on is fake
i know there's isn't much more they can take
they're the only ones i care for
and just like me they hide their core
outside living, inside they're dead
i almost hear the thoughts in their head
each a different sorrow, each a different pain
yet all our pain is one in the same
we can't be helped, my friends and i
so we'll go on living this lie
we're all outcast, we all feel alone
and through the years our pain has grown
when i screw up they are there, forgiving
they're the only things that keep me living
without them i couldn't live life
i would have fallen under the knife
to the six of them i need to say
thanks for helping me through each day