I've said it before I'll say it again,
I thought you were supposed to be my friends?
Still I'm left here with scraped knees,
You're my friendly enemies.
From stupid to lazy
And everything in between,
I can't see what manner of friends you might be.

This time I know I will not fall
I'm gonna stand up and gonna stand tall
Up against your atrocities and morbid philosophies
So I promise from now on
There's gonna be a brand new jon
I won't put up any longer
I'll just grow stronger and stronger.

I've got acquaintances that
Treat me better than my friends do
They seem to think I'm a cool guy
So what's the matter with you?