Everyday you have judged me with the same cool, cold stare.
Whether I need you or not, you've always been there.
When I lost my virginity in true awkward fashion.
You were there to feed me my courage, my passion.
When I was drunk and ashamed you called me 'pathetic'
I cheated on my girl, you told me to forget it.
I looked for inspiration, you told me to 'believe'
And when tragedy struck you told me to grieve.
And now, old friend, before me you still stand,
clinging to the wall with your blue gummy hands.
My baby in my arms; he brand new, you faded.
You look deep in my soul tell me, 'you made it'
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