Two punks that go hand in hand,
knowing these two like the land I live,
The friends I regret having around,
About as discomforting as a hangnail,
Found them and never lost sight of them,
Dying on the inside like a salted snail,
Meant to fail from the beginning.
So I'll have to sail away in this world,
In the world of a fantasy untold,
Sold my heart for someone that left,
And at that moment my world folded,
Sent and went to follow you,
Follow you like a disciple in a world surrounded by false prophets,
The willow tree out back cries when I tell them of my friends,
Pain & Sorrow.
And as I tell it my stories the trunk collapses,
And I am left alone,
No one to hear my voice,
No one to give me a choice,
But I have to live, for my friends Pain & Sorrow.
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