The Devil called Friend

In the back room with a glass and a bottle of Red Rose
Cheers to all the problems and issues no one else knows
All praise to the Most High but everything seems to be getting worse
It’s to the point where I can’t tell if it’s punishment or a curse
Daydreaming about a life I’ll probably never get the chance to live
Mari and a couple of others still trying to find in themselves to forgive
But I don’t regret anything, I’d say it all again if I had to
You can’t keep silent when I’m under attack and expect me to love you
If that means I die alone then whatever, so be it
I need real friends, not people I always with agree with