Besedila: 54-40. Friends End.

I'm at the station
Suitcase in hand
I will be leaving
Never coming back

May be crazy
But she's insane
She threw me out now
And turned the other way

She had always said
Man, we got it bad
But this don't feel
Like we're friends

We had a place
We would call home
We'd never use it
Unless we were alone

She did her thing
I didn't mind
We share the bed now
Roll away the time

She had always said
Man, we got it bad
But this don't feel
Like we're friends
This don't feel
Like we're friends

She had always said
Man, we got it bad
But this don't feel
Like we're friends
This don't feel
Like we're friends

This just feels like the end
This just feels like the end