How expected of freinds to behave
When they leave they never say
And a spider with no webs
Have no way to hold his pray
But unlike animals of death
Freins should not be forced to stay.

All have come, all have left
Each one stirred difrentlly the mess
The agony is plain
Sorting out the mess is full of pain.
But who am I to complain
Am I not a lucky man?

Anger is pointless, so is love
How sad the one who belives that
But my presist demand for loyalty
Is never met, not even by me.
But who am I to complain
Am I not a lucky man?