Acquaintances

They don't stick around

I can only count my true friends on one hand

I'm tired

I'm tired of holding on

I'm tired

I'm tired of holding on to nothing

My feelings are taken for granted

Hey man, I won't leave you

But I'll stab you in the back

I'm tired

I'm tired of holding on

I'm tired

I'm tired of holding on to nothing

In times of trouble I call

My friends all over to lift

And help me to my feet

And keep me free from harm

I'm tired

In times of trouble

In times of trouble

In times of trouble

Acquaintances

They don't stick around

I can only count my true friends on one hand

I'm tired

For holding onto nothing