In the year

In the year when my friends began to die
Not just people that my parents knew but real friends of mine
A lot of things I believed in also died
But I was a much better person when I got to the other side

I got pretty sad there for a while
I pretty much just drifted through and never smiled
Except in cruelty at the world that’s grown wild

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