CRY BABY, CELL 17

I miss my friends,
To know that Id have to die, to see 'em again
And I ask God, why Im condemned?
Why? Whatd I do to him?
I miss my friends,
To know that I'd have to die, to see em again
And I ask God, why Im condemned?
Why? Whatd I do to him? What did I do to him? Mmm
I miss my friends,
To know that Id have to die, to see em again
And I ask God, why Im condemned?
Why? Whatd I do to him? What did I do to him?
I miss my friends,
To know that I'd have to die, to see 'em again