The rain fell down after you took your friends out to the porch. I looked around and heard screams and saw buttoned-up shirts. It makes me feel as if I'm the only one who hasn't changed. It's a sad feel when you know you've outdated your friends. You've outdated your friends.

Someone told me that we're all at least a bit alone. I saw the glimmer fade from his shining eyes. I want to find a place where our promises still hold weight. It's funny how some promises are never kept.

Oversensitive and maybe a bit neurotic. Maybe I look too deep in things. But it's easy to tell on the surface that things have changed. And you're not the same.

Who am I to judge? But who are you to kill my dreams. Why do I take this so personally? It's these little things that bother me and get to me. But who are you to kill my dreams?

Oversensitive and maybe a bit neurotic. Maybe I look too deep in things. But it's easy to tell on the surface that things have changed. And you're not the same.

We're growing apart and you don't see how it's so hard to stay friends. We're growing apart and you don't see how it's so hard to stay friends. Stay friends with you.