I miss the way my friends used to be.

In the uncomfortable presence of 

Fallen friends who once new better

Held to the vices of the lost, taking 

Back what we once saw as a trap 

Down their throats a poison so fine

But foul to my eyes, where were you 

Comrades when the mercy rain washed

Our faults away

When did you lose your understanding 

Of what was clean living, I miss the man

Who gave me the advice I needed when 

I thought all was lost, but the only thing 

Coming out of your mouth is the profanity

Of what you thought was your rebellion

I have lost the group to the bottle became

Deaf to hear anything deeper than what 

I was hoping to hear, where has the decency

Gone and why don’t I see what you do

I will not fall to your mistakes, wont walk

Down the path of unrighteousness for any

Mans sake, I am one man in God living as

His ambassador I am straight edge until 

The day he takes me so I will make a stand

Not to take part in you mistakes and hope 

All your pain washes away

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