Album: Songs Sung and Played on the Guitar at the Same Time

Suiciday

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