I've always told myself that the hate is bad, yet sometimes it's so hard And this smile I wear upon my face often seems like a disguise I know I have my opinions, but I never mean to hurt It's funny, that how the ones I love always seem to suffer the most I went and opened my big mouth again And I've lost myself another friend But if people like that are so easily fazed Then maybe they weren't real friends in the first place Just because one is a friend doesn't mean you have to agree In fact, a good argument can often prove to be healthy A friend is there to share the good and to help out with the bad And if you know someone that does then you've found yourself a good one