I hope I never have to use the world friend again 
It's the same old slap in the face set in motion, 
Ah fuck this place again I've met the end 
Don't tell me what is left 
There's nothing but a box of pictures 
I refuse to open they may cause resent you know 
I really don't miss a thing 
There's no struggle to confront now 
Cause what's said is said and what's done is done 
A crude emotion set in forward pace 
Get this message straight now 'cause I'm sick as shit 
I've got no room for impatience 
The bet was set you know I really don't miss a thing 
Cause sometimes the rain is warm in winter 
And the clouds part everything 
Is clear when I play the card I dealt 
The ice will warm and melt 
And I don't think I'll care 
There's nothing wrong at all with spending time alone 
And if I ever have to use the word friend again 
Don't question just slap my face 
There's no devotion when I played and betrayed 
And if there are no starts 
Then there'll be no more ends 
Just another stop treated careless, 
To add to the list but sometimes the rain is warm in winter