What does friend mean to you?
A word so wrongfully abused
Are you like me, confused?
All included but you
Alone...
The sounds of silence often soothe
Shapes and colors shift with mood
Pupils widen and change their hue
Rapid brown avoid clear blue
Why's it have to be this way
Be this way...
Flowers watched through wide brown eyes
A child sings an unclaimed tune
Innocence spins cold cocoon
Grow to see the pain too soon
Why's it have to be this way
Be this way...
(7 a.m. on a Tuesday, in August
Next week, I'll be 28
I'm still young
It'll be me
Off the wall I scrape... you
I gotta wait
Show me you're irate
To cause this wake
It's my fate
They... they...
Never fuck with me again
My own clean slate
Don't fuck with me again
I just want to go straight through you irate
Music & lyrics: Layne Staley, Jerry Cantrell, Mike Inez, Sean Kinney
