I'm sick of all this doubt.

I'm sick of all this doubt
I'm sick of all these dower places
with their empty words
and their false promises

I'm sick of all of this doubt
I'm sick of all of these false friends
and their false emotions

I want flowers in my garden
not thorns
I want roses lining my garden path
not thistles

but if not for you my friends
my special friends
I would be far more then just lost