Friends
Where are your friends
when you need them the most
in times of need
they're nowhere to be found
when you call them
they won't pick up the phone
I hate always being alone
You need someone that mends
so I won't to see the ghost
that makes my soul bleed
it feels like I'm being drowned
its like I want to condemn
so I cut myself to the bone
I hate always being alone
Nothing makes sense
at the end you almost
go crazy and want to concede
to give up and be buried underground
to end the never ending mayhem
please give me a nice headstone
I hate always being alone
when you need them the most
in times of need
they're nowhere to be found
when you call them
they won't pick up the phone
I hate always being alone
You need someone that mends
so I won't to see the ghost
that makes my soul bleed
it feels like I'm being drowned
its like I want to condemn
so I cut myself to the bone
I hate always being alone
Nothing makes sense
at the end you almost
go crazy and want to concede
to give up and be buried underground
to end the never ending mayhem
please give me a nice headstone
I hate always being alone
05 dec 2009 - bewerkt op 06 dec 2009
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