The hand of the friend of a sinners son
They cried at night and felt they were the only one
Their happiness they lost in a world so cold
To only live lonely and grow old
They'd put on a smile
And be happy for a while
Though they were dying inside
And just wanted to hide
They lay in darkness, bleed to death
Wishing someone would find them before they gave their last breath
Someone found them, but it was too late
Now their friend's soul will never wake
Vertical parallel lines
Broke this heart of mine
The hand of the friend of a sinners son
Had been slit and cut because they had no one