Long gone friend Thousands of miles away I've been all wrong
A friend like no other You've been there for me And been ignorant to you Only thinking of myself And none of you
You are the one I run to when I'm down And desperation is all around You help me pick up the pieces Using you dry to hatred I have There's not a fix for this But I say my apologies
Older brother I see you An adviser through the fire of adolescence I've broken you so much And yet you tolerate me Yes, you tolerate me And yet I still have the nerve to be ungrateful And I have made you so hateful Oh a cruel reality indeed
You are the one I run to when I'm down And desperation is abound You help me pick up the pieces Using you dry to hatred I have And I cannot erase my mistakes But I say my apologies
I am young I am weak I am stupid I am meek You are strong You've helped me through so much Then I went and broke your love And we stand Ever so far away In every single way
My wise adviser Rich with the creativity of poetry I have hurt you I've ignored you I've only come when I've needed you And I'm so sorry I cannot fix what I have done But I'm sorry...
To my friend Karl Franssen aka Bryson Flegg. I know you've been mad at me for a while now, and for good reason: I've seemingly forgotten about you, dropped communications completely for a year, then only come back when I need you. I understand what I have done and I am asking for forgiveness. It is up to you whether you grant me such or not, but I hope we can move on from this. Thank you.