You were once a friend of mine
one of very few
now I blush when I think of you
I don't want to but I do
still one of very few.
You weren't even close
a selfish and boring joke
you weren't even close
sadly it's the path you chose
sadly it's the life you chose.
What you don't see is what you get
that's more than obvious
you turned right and you went wrong
you found your final rush
stabbed to death on the local bus.
You weren't...
Your best mates they walked away
the enemies remained
you were a hobo sapien
a face without a name
will your blue-eyed soul be saved?
