Alba s touto skladbou:
Spiritual Machines,
Amos Lee,
Baseball,
All my friends,
The High Hopes EP,
They're turning away from me
Backstabbing places they roam
My friends are just neighbors
That steal from me when I'm not home
I am so damn trusting I do not see their malice
In this blackened wonderland I am the darkened Alice
Sometimes I can't fathom why everyone's so two faced
So I'll just backstab them back to get them back in their place
All my friends are enemies
And they just turn their backs to my face
their actions biting me
And all my friends are enemies
So I'm always on my own
I'm the ball, they're batters
They're climbing social ladders
I'm left at the bottom
On my goodness
they're fatter
Sometimes I remember the days when friends were loyal
Instead they backstab me
I'm falling down so royally
All my friends are enemies
And they just turn their backs to my face
their actions biting me
And all my friends are enemies
So I'm always on my own
Always on my own
All my friends are enemies
And they just turn their backs to my face
their actions biting me
And all my friends are enemies
So I'm always on my own
I'm always on my own
Always on my own
On my own
On my own
<font size=1>Thanks to <b>punkforlife</b> for these lyrics</font>
