So tell me friend: how’s it going to end?

When the **** goes down

And there’s no one left around to get your back

You’ll crack

You’ll smile and agree with everything they say

They’ll try to tell you that it’s all okay

But it’s not and you’re shot and you’re bleeding pretty bad

And you can’t stop thinking about the things you never had

Like a wife and a kid and the things you never did

You’re running around

You’re living a life that’s empty in the end, my friend

No, you’ll take back all you’ve said

Oh, when the regrets fill your head

Trust me I’ve been there before

I would not wish it upon my greatest enemy

What irony

Once friends, but I find: you’ll have to learn this lesson on your own