Everything has changed around us

Except the people that surround us

Sounding off their discontent alarms

While holding out a cold arm

To wish us well

So they can go behind and tell

That they silently disapprove

Of every single move

And create a story they can sell

To any poor ear they can tell

This ignorance is vomited

From every last drip they spew

To them I say

Farewell “Good Friends”

I must bid you adieu