This is a song I wrote some weeks ago for a friend.

Dear friend,

I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me. I'm sorry I couldn't feel the pain I see. I'm sorry for the times when you cried alone. I'm sorry for the tears that cut to the bone. I'm so sorry for the promises you burnt to ashes. I cry too, for the hurt that fell from your lashes.

Sometimes I sit and I think,
why my heart has turned as black as ink,
why in my eyes other people's problems shrink,
why in my mind compassion and love don't make no link.

Dear friend, now I cry too, as I changed into something born of the trend. I am nothing but a fiend. I look in the mirror and disgust at the sight of beauty I crave with no end. The overwhelming need of power in my hand.

But now as I fall from my own selfishness, I remembered a friend's words of gentleness. How I used to be a child filled with confusion and how you used to tell me, "Little one, it's all just a delusion, cry on my shoulder and soon you'll break those boulders."

Sometimes I sit and I think,
why my heart has turned as black as ink,
why in my eyes other people's problems shrink,
why in my mind compassion and love don't make no link.

I don't know if you'll still treat me as a friend. How much I don't deserve your friendship I know. This hardened heart I wish I could throw. I want to know, if there's still one more go, for the one whose self-centeredness like a tumour grow, vanity and pride like a river's flow. Chances I had and chances I threw. I don't want no chances anymore. I just want a consequence I can bear, finished with the old life that I tear.

Sometimes I sit and I think,
why my heart has turned as black as ink,
why in my eyes other people's problems shrink,
why in my mind compassion and love don't make no link.

I just want a consequence I can bear, finished with the old life that I tear...