歌词
My friend got shot
All by himself
In the head
Just last week
He narrowly escaped
Growing older like the rest of us will & are
I don't miss him
Very much at all
Cause I have lost the
Ability to feel anything at all
And I've got problems of my own you see
To deal with and you know that I hate you all
My friend got shot
All by himself
In the head
Just last week
