09-27-2012, 04:35 AM
An old friend
What the hell happened, are you alright.
Have a light for your roll up, I’ll pull up a chair.
Lend you my ear, I’m here for you.
Always have been.
You only had to ask.
Are you being stubborn? Or are you embarrassed?
There’s no shame in asking for help.
We all have it hard sometimes,
It’s just that you’ve had it hard for such a long time now.
How do you think it feels to see such a dear friend
Bend the truth to suit the person he’s engaging.
You can’t pull the wool over my eyes,
I can see inside you, your broken.
Once a man out spoken, opinions free flowing.
Knowing where you were going.
Who knew, you had no intention of going anywhere,
And yet you’ve gone too far.
You should have listened to your friends
Instead you ignored our advice and now look at you
A shell of a man broken in two.
Black circles around your eyes, lips turning blue.
You look surprised by my honesty,
Honestly, did you think I would go easy on you.
You need to be told, and maybe just maybe,
This time it will sink in, get under your skin and eat away at what little conscience you have left.
You’re a mess.
What the hell happened, are you alright.
Have a light for your roll up, I’ll pull up a chair.
Lend you my ear, I’m here for you.
Always have been.
You only had to ask.
Are you being stubborn? Or are you embarrassed?
There’s no shame in asking for help.
We all have it hard sometimes,
It’s just that you’ve had it hard for such a long time now.
How do you think it feels to see such a dear friend
Bend the truth to suit the person he’s engaging.
You can’t pull the wool over my eyes,
I can see inside you, your broken.
Once a man out spoken, opinions free flowing.
Knowing where you were going.
Who knew, you had no intention of going anywhere,
And yet you’ve gone too far.
You should have listened to your friends
Instead you ignored our advice and now look at you
A shell of a man broken in two.
Black circles around your eyes, lips turning blue.
You look surprised by my honesty,
Honestly, did you think I would go easy on you.
You need to be told, and maybe just maybe,
This time it will sink in, get under your skin and eat away at what little conscience you have left.
You’re a mess.