His childhood was nothing but a shame,
Noone was there but still he was praying.
One wrong word could be the couse of father`s beating,
When he cry`s the strap doesn`t listen.
When I met him he was buring his father,
He was 15 and his blood was innocent and clean.
He said: "I`ll start a new life, that`s just what I`m gonna do",
He start with cigarettes, and tryed everything he could.

My tears are drying,
My fears are biting me,
My heart is roting,
Couse my friend is dying today.

6 years later he was living on his own,
his mother was sick, and she was home alone.
I tryed to help him, that`s what friends are all about,
He said: « I`m a drug adict, and I don`t wanna be found.
4 needles were just too much,
when I found him his heart was out of tuch.
His new life, became unpleasant memory,
Where are you, can you hear me?

My tears are drying,
My fears are biting me,
My heart is roting,
Couse my friend is dying today.

Mother, please don`t let him go,
Mother, I won`t let him go!

My tears are drying,
My fears are biting me,
My heart is roting,
Couse my friend is dying today.

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