Oh, what happened to your old friend
When you were young and green?
Like a sister so close to you
So close, so close, so mean
She sees you in your ugliest hour
Your wretched face you cannot scour
Your ill will, your wish to wound
The one so close to you
For that's what old friends do
Oh, what happened to your old friends?
They left you in the dirt
Those faceless trees stared down at you
Your tears all smeared with grit
They see you in your ugliest hour
Your wretched face you cannot scour
Your ill will, your wish to wound
It is not said but just a**umed
One will wither and one will thrive
One will die to keep the other alive
For that's what old friends do
For that's what old friends do