What Keeps me lifted in this oppressed prison?

When I stand by my lonely

All my friends they just pretend

No surprise to me

At the end they turn phony

Cannot allow that have me feel abhor 

Now I am watchful for wolves in sheep clothing

That try to approach secretly 

Thinking they are slick

When they left me pissed

Not considering that I would notice the switch

I've fallen from trust

So true friends they get dismissed

Have my life embellished because now currency is what I itch

I do not play with friendships

Because half of my peers are rigged

Never have I trusted them

Clearance of sympathy in my heart for them

Heard they talk nonsense about me

But who's watching my back?

Troubled by these back stabbers

Since junior high retaliating been a habit

Before I fought for respect

Now I do it for the depression in me

That is intact to the max

I want to pull down this facade

So I could possibly live at peace

And stop this acting

That got me down at levels deep

I do not like nobody

So I befriended my oneself

I attempt to socialize but that did not help

That in the long run only left me with regret

I partly blame my mom

For trying to get me involve with something I was not with

I am cold hearted

My feelings tied in caring for my peers

They do not exist

Do not judge me if you had not approach me

Why presume the worst if you do not know me

Now I am feeling secluded in society

That is why I prefer to stand by my lonely.