Your Friends Mean Well

Direct attack
Wrapped inside a joke
No, I’m not mad
They don’t know better, they misspoke

I wish I could walk out
Take my pride with me to the door
But they’re your friends so I just
Sit and
Listen
As they misspeak some more

I know your friends mean well
But they do it the wrong way
If you don’t want crazy don’t ask her
What am I supposed to say

I know they love me, I can tell
That you all think I should stay
But I have feelings that can hurt
And they say things that give me pain

I really want to leave but they’re your friends
And I know your friends mean well

I wish I hadn’t
Said yes to every invitation
No, I’m not mad
No, I’m just bad at imitation

If only I could play the part
Pretend I’m happy that I joined
As they tear into my guts
With these
Bitches
Who only know how to use their words

I know your friends mean well
But they do it the wrong way
If you don’t want crazy don’t ask her
What am I supposed to say

I know they love me, I can tell
That you all think I should stay
But I have feelings that can hurt
And they say things that give me pain

I really want to leave but they’re your friends
And I know your friends mean well

You know, your friends are kinda mean
And I’ve been kinda wondering
What have you been telling them about me

I know your friends mean well
But they do it the wrong way
If you don’t want crazy don’t ask her
What am I supposed to say

I know they love me, I can tell
That you all think I should stay
But I have feelings that can hurt
And they say things that give me pain

I really want to leave but they’re your friends
And I know your friends mean well

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