He is my best friend even more He is the one hunted coming to me Just get tired and hide To run again
He is the outcast knocked on my door Full of wounds on his back black red He became wasted after his wishes thrown away His father is a small clerk a class of flip-flops who is now in prison is defending his son
For the blood of the beloved flesh Get school finished
My best friend replace his father try to find work
But the scorn Her pride revolted Then he set the heart
Destroy the exiles The water I serve I'm crossed I count all the wounds One thousand and more a million more
In the morning he left silently Still got my blanket who was asleep I'm touched my prayer for you A bullet left behind under his pillow Try to make a necklace and then wear it immediately remember you friend that goes by Goodbye Friend Happy tear dancing Hey wasted friend You are my friend.