What's left inside him?
Don't he remember us?
Can't he believe me?
We seemed like brothers
Talked for hours last night,
About what we want to be
I sit now with his hand in mine,
But, I know he can't feel (feel)
No one knows, what's done is done
It's as if he were dead
I'm close with his mother,
And she cries endlessly
Lord, how we miss him,
At least what's remembered
It's so important to make best friends in life,
But, it's hard when my friend sits with blank expressions
No one knows, what's done is done
It's as if he were dead
He as hollow as I alone,
A shell of my friend,
Just flesh and bone
There's no soul,
He sees no love
I shake my fists at skies above
Mad
At gods
Mad
He as hollow as I converse,
I wish he'd waken from this curse
Hear my words before it's through,
I want to come in after you
My Best friend
My Best friend
Whoa, yeah
Come back
Songwriters: Darrell Lance Abbott / Philip Anselmo / Philip Hansen Anselmo / Rex Brown / Rex Robert Brown / Vincent Paul Abbott
تاریخ انتشار : 1992
