Strange...

It seems that the more new people I meet and become friends with, the more lonely I feel.

Until recently I had it all, the friends, the laughs and fun times but of late things have kinda turned a little weird and now I get attacked and slagged off for no reason and I get told to just take it on the chin and grow up?

Get to fuck. I've grown up with one of them, been good mates for nearly as long as we've been alive and before that our mothers grew up near each other and our uncles hang about with each other at about the same age as we do now.

He constantly tears me to bits in front of everyone drawing laughs and abuse yet, the guy continues to act like theres nothing wrong. I'm absolutely flabbergasted at him for being such a two-faced shit. This is a guy who I thought was my best mate now it seems like he's just an utter cunt.

I can't get away from him either he goes on my supporters bus to some Thistle away games and we have the same mutual friends on the bus too so if there is a rift then it is noticable.

I've always been the silent type of person, I try not to let this type of stuff affect me but when a guy you've known your whole life stands in front people you know you can't trust and sells you out - what can you do?

Thought I knew you, you two-faced rat.

Shame on you.

So true...

The fires are burning in another land,
Don't start counting, don't start counting.
Colder and colder, the ice is moving closer
And it gets me down.
Going round and round and down the same old track.

Pack on my back, going swiftly nowhere,
Heart in my ear beating like a drum.
Where will you go?

All by yourself.
(Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah.)

And now I'm standing on the corner.
Waiting in the rain,
But then in sunlight without warning,
I invent a name,
Me and Sarah Jane,
We had a special thing going,
Me and Sarah Jane.

It was a time of love and laughter,
It wouldn't come again,
We had our round of joy but after,
Then began the pain,
Me and Sarah Jane.
We had a special thing going,
Me and Sarah Jane,
Sarah Jane.

Searching for a clue.
Traces on the sand.
First I'm flying, going round round round,
Then I'm sliding going down down down,
Doesn't matter where I start I always end up
Falling through those same old crowded rooms.

Me and Sarah Jane,
We had it coming
All the pain,
Walking down the streets,
And finding nothing is the same,
And now the city lights are dimming one by one,
It costs too much money to keep them all on.

Me and Sarah Jane,
In silence walk along the shore,
Tears of joy and mocking laughter,
Words lost in the wind.
The tide was rising,
But there we stayed,
We had no fear of dying
We weren't afraid.