2 months in this place I call room,
Thinking thoughts of Glory and what have I done.
Is it wrong for me to think why didn't they just say my name?
Thought we were friends but in the end they didn't even recognize my face.
I'm not the type to leave that bitter cause if I were you I would of done the same, but if it was me and you lost your mind I would been on the ambulance and stare right in your face.
It's my fault oh it's my fault for smoking and wanting to be my own stain.
But my heart is broke cause I wonder if I didn't call would you still think of my face.
Like my last cup of tea I'm on my last cup of "this is my friend my brother my mate"...
Ryan if you leave I tell you this heart will be a empty wasted vacant space.
To tell the truth I'm laying here and I think life is great.
Glory to God hope he remembers me when he come back if this is the end of days.

Feels like I'm shadow boxing and I haven't got in the ring, I'm kinda hesitant to anyone now who say I miss you and let's be friends or smoke this with me today.
Stained with glory, rock bottom I'm climbing out the lost place