Acquantances
They don`t stick around
I can only count my ture friends on one hand
I`m tired
I`m tired of holding on
I`m tired
I`m tired of holding on... to nothing
My feelings are taken for granted
Hey man, I won`t leave you
But I`ll still stab you in the back
In times of trouble
I call my friends all over
To lift and help me to my feet
And keep me free from harm
In time of trouble
