We used to be friends What have I become to you I don't understand Turn it backwards For me to hurt When everything else is fading We used to be inner circle Take my good word Turn your back on me

We used to be friends What have I become to you I don't understand Turn it backwards For me to hurt When everything else is fading We used to be inner circle Take my good word Turn your back on me

We used to be friends What have I become to you I don't understand Turn it backwards For me to hurt When everything else is fading We used to be inner circle Take my good word Turn your back on me

He who has ears to hear, let him hear For this is a tale of an ancient kind In the word there lies existence and the word became flesh And dwelt among us and we saw its glory Let him hear it who will Every soul heard Some ran and hid away Some listened

But it's you who makes me sing Playing back the moments Now I'm starting to believe That you could be at the show and know every word And I know where we are and I know who I am Baby, I'm your biggest fan, oh Took a while for me to see I never really

I was spending my time in the doldrums I was caught in a cauldron of hate I felt persecuted and paralyzed I thought that everything else would just wait While you are wasting your time on your enemies Engulfed in a fever of spite Beyond your tunnel

Mark my words Mark my words, that's all that I have Mark my words, give you all I got In every way I will You're the only reason why Oh I don't wanna live a lie So you heard it all before Falling in and out of trust Trying to rekindle us

This is my promise to write to you So for you my every word Is the sinking feeling here in my chest I am so far from home but the further away we are the closer I am The closer I feel, the further you get My hands hold on tight to your every word I won't

Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah 'Cause growing pains are keeping me up at night And I guess the bad can get better Gotta be wrong before it's right Every happy phrase engraved in my mind There's truth in every word I write But still the growing pains, growing

When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it Let these words be your earth and moon you consume every message And with that being said my nigga,