All the dreams you've started
And every gilded heart you feed
Well they won't count for anything
So, what would you like to be ?
Just tell me what you want to be
And to think you had it all,
And to think you lost it all,
And the things put out your plans
Who will be your friend ?
So take what mother's given,
And spend it on your love you need
The paper friend that everything
Made your belly ache
They have made you everything we hate
And to think you had it all
And to think you lost it all
And the things put out your plans
Who will be your friend ?
And to think you had it all
And to think you lost it all
And when the things put out your plans
I will be your friend
Don't worry, I will be your friend