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My mind:

What's left inside him? Don't he remember us? Can't he believe me? We seemed like brothers Talked for hours last night, About what we want to be I sit now with his hand in mine, But, I know he can't feel (feel)

No one knows, what's done is done It's as if he were dead

I'm close with his mother, And she cries endlessly Lord, how we miss him, At least what's remembered It's so important to make best friends in life, But, it's hard when my friend sits with blank expressions

No one knows, what's done is done It's as if he were dead

He as hollow as I alone, A shell of my friend, Just flesh and bone There's no soul, He sees no love I shake my fists at skies above

Mad At gods Mad

He as hollow as I converse, I wish he'd waken from this curse Hear my words before it's through, I want to come in after you

My Best friend My Best friend

Whoa, yeah Come back