My Own Best Friend Songtext
von Eric Gales

Sittin′ here wondering
What I've become
Sittin′ here thinkin'
About what I've done
Three walls around me
One window, one door
Lookin′ up at rock bottom
From a concrete floor


I′ve got time on my side
Time on my hands
I used to be nothin'
But a shell of a man
I was young, I was foolish
I could not comprehend
That I needed to become
My own best friend

I′ve got my freedom
I served my time
I'm still able
Still in my prime
I′m takin care of business
I got a job, got a car
I play in on Monday
Down the street, at the local bar