Roads, why we move along
But in the dark, it's not good to be alone
I am not a friend
I am not your crutch
I could be the end, but I'll never be the start
I am not your lover
I am not a hope
I might be a robber with this rope
Yeah, I swear it wasn't made for you
But it has us both tied up
Friend
I am not a crutch-lover