From the beginning of my time Friends and enemies do not seem clear But now I know how the world works For I am wiser now As the picking begins I look deep down For I had made a mistake I would never make again The friends that wore a mask the friends that arent friends They're schoolmates, not buddies For Pony has one said. The true friends I have always overlooked For dreaming of better While they were at my side The moral of the story Do not go for looks and position But for truth and trust No matter what.