Talk to a Friend

I don't do this often anymore, but sometimes I come across a set of lyrics that I feel like were written first in my soul, and I like to share them.

This song was originally written and performed by Slaves, the lyrics:

I just called to see how you're doing
Never mind, that's a lie, I've been going through it
I had a good thing, but I blew it
It wasn't her fault and she knew it

Tell me, what kind of man am I supposed to be
When the lines the razor blade made are faded?
Is there really any hope for me
If a simple conversation's complicated?

I know everything I've ever done wrong
That kind of memory won't let me move on
Though there's bound to be some things that you ain't told me
I could never be ashamed of you homie

(Chorus)
I wouldn't talk to a friend the way I talk to myself
(I'm turning my life to hell)
See, the voice in my head really needs some help
(I figure I might as well)
I wouldn't talk to a friend the way I talk to myself
(I'm turning my life to hell)
See, the voice in my head really needs some help
(I figure I might as well)

Step inside, this is my confession
I let resentment turn into a deep depression
I spend the next five lines asking bad questions
How could I hit rock bottom, never learning a lesson?

Do I deserve this hurting?
If my body goes limp, would I float to the surface?
Or can I live in a world with no purpose?
How could I change when I'm still the same person?
(Chorus)

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