Text: Treble Charger. Maybe It's Me. Friend Of Mine.

Funny, tortured mind
It happens all the time
It's not too encouraging
You never prayed for anything

What makes you so great
Something I would indicate
The lamest stand
The strongest can't help the similarities

Doesn't seem at all severe
Is it fair now? Does it matter?
Backwards through another year
I'll come down soon
Don't tell me what to do

I'll make no claim on your design
I will not call you a friend of mine
I cannot follow your disguise
I will not, I will not

I'm not sure what you say
Makes any difference anyway
Tell me what you mean
With any hope of coming clean

It's brought to you too late now
But I appreciate
The never ending saying that
We've had days like this before

I'll make no claim on your design
I will not call you a friend of mine
I cannot follow your disguise
I will not, I will not

I will not call you a friend of mine
I will not, I will not