Was losing all my friends. Was losing them to drinking and to driving. Was losing all my friends, but I got them back. I am on the mend. At least now I can say that I was trying. And I hope you will forget the things I still lack. Is it in you now to bear the truths that you were spoken? Twisted up by knaves in a trap for fools. Is it in you now to watch the things you gave your life to broken? You stoop and build them up with worn out tools. Nothing gets so bad, a whisper from your father couldn't fix it. Your whispers like a bridge, he's a river span. Take all that you have and turn it into something you were missing. Somebody threw that brick and shattered all your plans. Time to get the seeds and put them in the cold ground. It takes a while to grow anything before it's coming to an end. Before you put my body in the cold ground, take some time to warm it with your hands before it's coming to an end. Do you miss the blend of the colors she left in your black and white field? Do you feel condemned just being there? I am not your friend. I am just a man who knows how to feel. I am not your friend. I'm not your lover. I'm not your family.