Were you ever my friend?

Were we ever good friends?

Sometimes it felt like you were using me,

and now that I know that,

you're losing me.

Somtimes I wish that things could go back,

back then we all just had a blast,

but now it's too late to change the past,

but going forward, what's next?

What do you want?

What do you need?

I can't give much, I won't give too much.

They tell me to run, they tell me to leave,

I'm starting to agree, 

I think I agree. 

They opened my eyes, so I could see the monster

standing in front of me. 

I'm just so confused, I feel used

and abused by you. 

I think that I loved you after all,

I'm standing on this edge about to fall, 

and now I'm standing on a tightrope 

with a choice to walk or fall,

and now I'm standing on a tightrope

waiting for the wind to blow. 

When I first met you

 my heart wouldn't leave you,

it said it loved you

and I believed it too. 

But now that I know this was all a game

I feel so ashamed

that you never felt the same,

my heart's to blame. 

How did you know that I wouldn't be

as strong as I thought I was, 

I am weak. 

You helped me up, 

then pushed me back down,

now I have to get up 

somehow. 

And now I'm standing on a tightrope

with a choice to walk or fall 

and now I'm standing on a tightrope 

waiting for the wind to blow...