| We were friends since school | |
| The punks were never cool | |
| But we didn't care anyway | |
| And even in the scene | |
| When it was cool to be mean | |
| We walked the other way | |
| Rebels from birth this world had no worth | |
| But then you went astray one day | |
| And I don't think it's right | |
| That you gave up the fight | |
| And walked away; you ran away | |
| We could of made that change, | |
| We could of set this world, | |
| This world on fire | |
| What happened to your desire | |
| How did you think that I would feel? | |
| Didn't you think I was for real? | |
| I know it's been so long since then | |
| But It's time I sent this letter to my friend | |
| We had dreams and schemes | |
| That they laughed about | |
| But we didn't care anyway | |
| I feel hurt and confused | |
| When I think of you | |
| Where do you stand my friend is it too late? | |
| We stayed up all night and talked about life | |
| We seemed so sober those days | |
| We stood side by side | |
| And I don't know why you threw it away | |
| What can you say? | |
| Well I'm gonna make that change | |
| I'm gonna set this world | |
| This world on fire | |
| Whou cares about your pretty desires |