<h3>...And My Friend Died</h3>

So she asked "Don't you wanna dance, don't just stand around, don't you like the song?". I like the song but I don't want to dance, something got me down. It doesn't take an x-ray to see right though my pain, there is no drink out there that can numb my soul. All we wanted to do is to take the chains off and be Free, there no gun out there that can kill your soul. He told me I can't stand around, I have to do something, all he was asking for was another chance so he can get to live. My friend kept running, he told me to keep running but I stood right there and so the officer shot again, all I can think is that my friend felt that shot. So I opened my eyes...and my friend died.