Judgement Tree

All my friends I've counted there's three How strange that they never talk to me A road I travel down is all to familiar to be I need a place so that my mind can truly flee Will you old friends of mine come to me So concern and care in your eyes I can see Don't you shut me out and stop talking to me Don't going judging me and let me be so free Don't you ignore me when we arrive at the judgement tree How weird would it be as we stand so tall cut off at the knee A rope of our sins lingering from a limb Fitted tight against our throats to the brim The executioner the one we both crossed That time a shame when those rocks we tossed Shattering a mirror with our reflection The glass spreading the worse infection Lying through teeth who was the real sinner In the end it never mattered no one is a winner And that's how our true stories last pages were written For you can't stop the old itch once you have been bitten