My best friend for years only good times I remember
With a sense of humor that would make the hardest surrender
But some time ago we lost touch with each other
He fell in a hole where his charisma would slumber
From time to time he would call me for help
He would speak of his pain and all of his hell
I would listen for hours and try to give him advice
He would pray for the best but lose to his device
He would snort it or shoot it or smoke it if he could
I took him to rehab but this fight we did loose
This time he must of felt hopeless and faded from what was left of his light
Today he silenced his struggle and took his own life
I lay here thinking why didn't he call me did I fail as a friend
The last time that I saw him replays over and over again
Way back in high school his future was bright
Now just a memory lost to the night
George you'll be missed but right now I'm so angry with you
There could of been a better tomorrow this was the wrong path to choose.