Price for popularity You see them everyday Walking all alone in the hallway Or hiding behind the books they read And you wish that you could do something Show them how good life can be When you have friends and popularity Teach them all the lessons that you learned so long ago That brought you into the world that you know So they aren’t left behind to die Like all the rest that wouldn’t swim with the tide Because it’s impossible that someone really wants to drown And every bit of you wants to keep them from going down But you don’t say a word or do a thing Because you know that only suicide would it bring And you know you’d be swimming against the tide So you let yourself down on the inside you close your eyes and take a breath Then wade on by a promised death What possible difference could it make You convince yourself as you try to stay in the wake Because your friends are what keep you afloat The same ones that put weight around the people’s throats You are bound to their desires to survive Yes it is them that keeps you alive So maybe they aren’t the only helpless ones after all And how do you know the tide doesn’t lead you to the waterfall?