When we reach the end

I struggle to pretend

That we have friends

And cherish what it meant

What I searched turns out to be, me Defied

Then, when I react, I become Despised

I will not be denied

What has already been purely mine

When we reach the end

I struggle to pretend

That we have friends

And they cherish what it meant

What I searched turns out to be, me Defied

Then, when I react, I become Despised

I will not be denied

What has already been purely mine

When it all began

There was no missing hand

On my shoulder, caring

My soul will mend