Dear Old Friend

You been walking with the devil

Lost in ya conscious, baring metal

Pistol on the dresser, staring at you

Yeah you feel alone

But they never will forget you when ya gone

It's hard everyday feeling rough

But when you filled up with pride and you won't give it up

It's hard to make any moves cuz you trying to be tough

Instead of asking for help you just go through the mud

It keeps you down to the ground but ya head in the clouds

Yeah you wanna come around but you ain' making a sound

Yeah you wanna be with people yet you blocking 'em out