He knows he's leaving, not much time left

Holding on to his very last breath

I saw him last week, nervous and uptight

Losing sleep, stays up all night

Wishin he woulda used his mind and not rushed

to push in the bush but took his time

to get to know the girl he slapped skins with

shared needles with

Wish he could go back, change the direction

But now he's got the infection

I spoke to him, gave him inspired words

I'm sure he's heard

live by the sword, die by the sword

What's left, pray to the oh Lord

You can deny but the truth will unfold

because the eyes are the soul