We like having friends
People to pick us up when we're down
To save us when we're about to drown
Not everyone is as lucky
As you and me
We've learned that too many friends
Is often a bad thing
They'll lie
Talk behind your back
Make you wish that you had died
'A friend could be a flower
Could be there for many hours
But remember, be cautious
A single prick
Could become noxious'
