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Friends don't lie, they lie for you

They lie down next to you and

Count stars with you, not steal them

From your darkest night skies 

They believe you, not the ones who hurt you

They don't call you snakes and psychos

They don't leave you stranded.


But if they do, listen to me-- run.

Run till your feet hurt and lungs give out.

Run to your real friends, they're waiting

Because friends don't lie, they lie for you

They lie down next to you and

Count stars with you, not steal them

From your darkest night skies.


But if they do, listen to me-- stop.

Stop explaining why they should believe you

Stop trying to prove yourself to a wall

Take the bricks they threw at you

Build a castle so high, they regret losing you 

Beautiful things don't demand attention

Truth doesn't demand explanation

Friendship doesn't demand respect

You will shine through to the real ones anyway

You won't have to try to convince anyone.


Because friends don't lie, they lie for you

They lie down next to you and

Count stars with you, not steal them

From your darkest night skies.

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