Why bother making friends?

Why bother making friends I say

When i know I'm going to lose them in a day

What's the point, what does it matter

I say, sitting there getting fatter

I don't know what I'm doing wrong

I never seem to keep them for long

I try my best to make them glad

But it always ends up with me feeling sad

You trample on my heart like a wild bear

You just don't seem to care

Why, why I sigh

So in the end I don't even try

I sit there silently, only wanting to talk to myself or less

And give other people a rest

So now you know when you say

Do you want to play?

Why I say nay. 

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