You Are Not Your Own Friend

Met this guy yesterday

He was all alone

Just wanted a fag

Hoped he had one

A guy in leather

The true pretender

Gaze of a shredder

Withered feathers

Am I dreaming?

He looked at me like he knew me

His eyes were knives just went through me

I tried to sleep that night was so, so long

Hard bed, cold sheets something was wrong

Am I dreaming?

Trying to sleep?

He looked me in the eye

And whispered

You are not your own friend

You are not your own friend

You are not your own friend

You are not your own friend

I see those green eyes

Telling truth, telling lies

A prophet of dope

A liar who cries

I see those black eyes

Telling truth, telling lies

A prophet of dope

A liar who cries

Am I dreaming?

Trying to sleep?

He looked me in the eye

And whispered

You are not your own friend

You are not your own friend

You are not your own friend

You are not your own friend

You are not your own friend

You are not your own friend