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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