What's left inside him?
Don't he remember us?
Can't he believe me?
We seemed like brothers
Talked for hours last month
About what he wanna be
I sit now with his hand in mine
But I know he can't feelNo one knows
What's done is done
It's as if he were deadI'm close with his mother
And she cries endlessly
Lord how we miss him
At least what's remembered
It's so important to make best friends in life
But it's hard when my friend sits with blank expressionsNo one knows
What's done is done
It's as if he were deadHe as hollow as I alone nowHe as hollow as I alone
A shell of my friend
Just flesh and bone
There's no soul
He sees no love
I shake my fists at skies above
Mad at GodHe as hollow as I converse
I wish he'd waken from this curse
Hear my words before it's through
I want to come in after you
My best friendCome back
Composição: Philip Anselmo / Rex Rocker / Dimebag Darrel / Vinnie Paul.
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