He was my best friend, I tried to help him,
But he traded everything, for suffering.
And found himself alone.
I watched the lying, turn into hiding,
With scars on both his lips, his fingertips.
Were melted to the bone.
But he traded everything, for suffering.
And found himself alone.
I watched the lying, turn into hiding,
With scars on both his lips, his fingertips.
Were melted to the bone.
But I can still remember what his face looked like,
When I found him in an alley in the middle of the night.
When I found him in an alley in the middle of the night.
Three days no sleeping, he gave up eating.
He sold his mother's rings, she said nothing,
And pretended not to know.
He started stealing, to supply the feeling,
Found out he pulled a knife, on someone's wife.
And held it to her throat.
He sold his mother's rings, she said nothing,
And pretended not to know.
He started stealing, to supply the feeling,
Found out he pulled a knife, on someone's wife.
And held it to her throat.