The gambler's won the fight, Dirt turns to mud but it's still dry. When you're stuck there on the line, Can't see the street lights from the sky. You have to risk for real respect, So don't fear your lot companion. Old friends are for a time, Full stops end the line. Who would have thought I'd fall like I did? Fall like I should Forget about the fault Or forget about the friend, Cause the younger lessons learnt Are strengthened on the mend. First it shrieks up on the board For students young and old. Repeat offenders loose their lot, But a poor girl can break her mold. Old friends are for a time, Fools stop sending lies Who would have thought I'd fall like I did?