Acquantances
  They don't stick around
  I can only count my ture friends on one hand
    I'm tired
  I'm tired of holding on
  I'm tired
  I'm tired of holding on... to nothing
    My feelings are taken for granted
  Hey man, I won't leave you
  But I'll still stab you in the back
    In times of trouble
  I call my friends all over
  To lift and help me to my feet
  And keep me free from harm
    In time of trouble