my lyric page

its been five years
since my friend died
and i've spent this live
barely alive
im in this town
with all sorts of fools
im all alone
with these tools

im a british guy
in a brown skin
and these guys
want me to be thin
i'd rather leave
if i could
my father'd pay
not sure if i should

am i cursing the memory
of my dead friend
by leading myself
into a dead end?
and in the end
is this band right?
will i have strength?
will i have the might?

im not sure
never am
but i push forward
like a stubborn ram