كلمات Chains

This started simple Like it always does With not much to lose I thought I had control That I could always walk away If things turned bad We were thick as thieves 'Till I became the one Who always went too far And I couldn't hear you Now here I stand A pick in callused hands As the sun beats down Across my back But in the end I'm lost And I'll drag you down Yeah, that's my cost And I'm glad you were my friend Yeah, I'm glad you were my friend Though I may never see you again And I'm glad you were my friend Yeah, I'm glad you were my friend Though I may never see you again But I'm glad you were my friend