CRY BABY, CELL 17 (Explicit)

I miss my friends,

To know that I'd have to die, to see ’em again

And I ask God, why I'm condemned?

Why? What'd I do to him?

I miss my friends,

To know that I’d have to die, to see 'em again

And I ask God, why I'm condemned?

Why? What'd I do to him? What did I do to him? Mmm

I miss my friends,

To know that I'd have to die, to see 'em again

And I ask God, why I'm condemned?

Why? What'd I do to him? What did I do to him?

I miss my friends,

To know that I’d have to die, to see ’em again