I think that you're the lowest of the low.
Destined to walk this earth all alone.
Wretched piece of filth.
I'm not asking you to believe in some thing you can't see.
I just want you to be better than you used to be.
You're better than this I know you are.
And you do too.
So why did you stray so far from the friend I once knew.
I see you every now and again.
I'll ask you how its been.
I'm sorry, but this is how its gotta end.