for a moment i could've given in and for a glimpse i 
thought i saw my friend but true isn't something she has 
been and true's not a word she's come to learn my eyes 
stay wise sometimes i sight something not right jaded why 
try when she lies sometimes why sometimes she dies inside 
her eyes stay dry sometimes i sight a tear inside wasted 
oh the vanity that she's swimming in the insanity seems 
to have set in but time will find if she's right inside