My Dead Friend —
I wrote this a number of years ago for a good friend when I was concerned he was going to commit suicide. It’s always been one of my favorites.
My Dead Friend Why did you end it You weren't an enumerate My dead friend You weren't what you think I wish I'd taught you to blink We both knew the future But we were bluffing this game You masqueraded his name My dead friend You'll see the pattern You'll find what matters
Categorised as: Lyrics, Poetry
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