My Friends are Dead
My friends are dead
The ones that are breathing
Have the dull glazed eye
Of a run over skunk
My friends are dead
There’s a lot of talk
But nothing’s said
And nothing’s heard
My friends are dead
Beaten down so flat
That they’ve become
Part of the pavement
My friends are dead
Before their time
From maladies
Of their own making
My friends are dead
Hardly shadows anymore
Of what they once were
A dwindling memory
My friends are dead
From self-inflicted
Wounds and not
The malice of enemies
My friends are dead
Because living got
To be so terribly
Terribly hard
My friends are dead
Because all the stuff
Wasn’t an answer
Just a big pile of crap
My friends are dead
Because too much thinking
Is a kind of sickness
A masquerading disease
My friends are dead
Bugs on the windshield
Of the speeding
SUV of life
My friends are dead
The songs are still there
But they can’t sing
Anymore at all
My friends are dead
I’ve heard it all before
Over and over
Again and again
My friends are dead
Piles of rocks
Pounded to pieces
By unknown hammers
My friends are dead
My friends are dead
My friends are dead
My friends are dead
My friends are dead
Echoes in the cavern
Of my head telling me
It”s lonely in here
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