All the Friends I Knew

All the friends I knew when I was young
Are old or dead
When the sadness gets stuck in my lung
I stay in bed
I'll lay here the rest of the day
Seen my whole life wasted away
All the friends I knew are old or dead.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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