I can still remember that night like it was yesterday. We 
sat out on that deck until the sun broke and found out 
that we weren't alone with the shit we held inside. Those 
were the days when friends were the ones kept me alive. 
Stick together just a bunch of fucked up kids. From day 
one brought together to go down together. Stick together 
watch this life tear us apart destroying ourselves was 
the only was we knew to survive. And I will never forget 
that night when I made my first real friends. The words 
we spoke echoes in every corner of my life. And I know we 
didn't choose each other we just had no where else to 
fit. But shit gets complicated and no matter how hard we 
tried we couldn't hang on as life wore us down. And from 
that night on I watched it all disintegrate. In a 
desperate need to escape ourselves we fucking threw it 
all way. It makes me so sick to know that not a single 
stran of what we had is left between us. And I would like 
to be there for all of them but I'm not the only one who 
got out. And I refuse to stand by and watch them slowly 
die.