how I cope

I bought a shirt to hide my arms

At fourteen, no one noticed

The scars I didn‘t disinfect

Are there to keep me focussed

You have no friends, she said to me

The party wasn‘t meant for me

But now I put my life in friends

But no one has a friend in me

I had to prove her statement wrong

And met a thousand tagalongs

But vagabonds are not for long

And once again, I don‘t belong

A million friends or none at all

It always feels the same to me

A thirst for popularity

Has made the man I came to be

And now I ponder who is left,

When summer comes to knock

I‘ll cut them off before they do

I block my latest flock

I‘m getting old and powerless

And soon my time will come

To ask myself "who are your friends?"

And with it "where is home?"

Maybe I was meant to be

The gatsby of the mountains

A man that they all talk about

But no one knows about him

All I know is alcohol

The thing that made me cool

The poison that keeps killing me

As servant to its rule

I made a group for lonely kids

To drink themselves together

But when they leave, I always stay

No friendship lasts forever

Twice a year I find myself 

in an hourglass of friends

I grip them hard, they slip away

A group has come to end

If misery loves company

Because a girl made fun of me

I wonder where and what I‘d be

If nobody insulted me

All we do is cope with grief

A petty compensation

For every act of malice done

In fact and imagination