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?