I know a kid who is out of control Took too many drugs, and it stole his soul Sitting on the porch watching days and years fly by Something needs to change, but he won't even try
As he sits and lets his body rot I want to teach him things that I've been taught Judging by the pale color of his skin It may be too late for this to sink in
It doesn't matter what he has done It doesn't matter what is said I'll always be his friend Even when he is dead
I know a kid who is out of control Took too many drugs, and it stole his soul Sitting on the porch watching days and years fly by Something needs to change, but he won't even try Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
