DAY BY DAY

Day by day, I turn more from a hurt young man, into a depressed man.

My parents told me that I would never have friends like them.

And I said, "No! That's not true, my friends would die for me, and I would die for them too!"

And since then, I've been left too many times with only my tears in my hands.

And I'm the only one with bullet holes in my heart. Where were my friends
when I needed them to hold me?