they told me you were dead
but I didn't believe
I heard about your uniform
I had to see
I didn't think that you could go this far
to the point where
I don't know who you are
I saw that smiling face
turn bitter and hard
all the life in you
died at its start
I'm at a funeral
for a living friend
because all we had
is at an end.
growing up we all get our scars
that makes you wanna lose who you are
but you shouldn’t have let it drag you down
because we’re (me and you) the ones
that you fucked around
when you killed all of your dreams
shook hands with the enemy
nothings ever the way it seems
that's the only that you taught me
and it's like two years ago
you were so passionate
I look at you now man
I see that its all turned to shit
and I don’t know
what to say
when I see you ever other day
conversation seems so hard
when all you talk about
is your job