My friends have different points of view
And some are cynical and some are just confused about the issues
Sometimes we fight for days and days
Until I can't recall what I was trying to say in the first place
But for better or for worse
Whether whispering secrets or shouting til my voice is h***se
Of all the friends I've made and all the lost debates
There's none that I would trade for anything
And some are cynical and some are just confused about the issues
Sometimes we fight for days and days
Until I can't recall what I was trying to say in the first place
But for better or for worse
Whether whispering secrets or shouting til my voice is h***se
Of all the friends I've made and all the lost debates
There's none that I would trade for anything