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The friends I once would have me die Trip the trap to kill, they try Pushing me so hard, I cry What true friendship I thought I had The emotions I felt were dark and sad They are the ones who drove me mad But now they are nowhere I don't think I should ever care I have taken off the mask I'd wear My false life of rueful joy is Hidden back along with Alice Far away from reality, It's bliss! Leaving is better than never arriving To leave what I hate, rather than seeing Naught and living content without anything Now my life is real, complete No more of this hazy-bleak I no longer fake my meager-meak To please my friends, the fools, so weak