Bodies In the Wall

I've always told myself that the hate is bad,

Yet sometimes it's so hard

And this smile I wear upon my face often seems

Like a disguise

I know I have my opinions, but I never mean to hurt

It's funny, that how the ones I love always seem to suffer

The most



I went and opened my big mouth again

And I've lost myself another friend

But if people like that are so easily fazed

Then maybe they weren't real friends in the first place



Just because one is a friend doesn't mean you

Have to agree

In fact, a good argument can often prove to be healthy

A friend is there to share the good and to help out

With the bad

And if you know someone that does then you've found yourself a good one