There is a place. Reserved. For me and my friends. And when we go. We all will go. So you see. I'm never alone. There is a place. With a bit more time. And a few more. Gentler words. And looking back. We will forgive. (We had no choice. We always did). All that we hope. Is when we go. Our skin. And our blood. And our bones. Don't get in your way. Making you ill. The way they did. When we lived. Oh there is a place. A place in hell. Reserved. For me and my friends. And if ever I. Just wanted to cry. Then I will. Because I can