Our friends when friendless.

My heart died today in a fire you set ablaze
You left me to diminish in what felt like an alcoholics daze
Creating dreams is lying, for to dream is to lie
i guess that very night was an eye into desire

My hero died this very morning, blackened by praises of coal
oh how it pushed him of that pedestal into what seemed like heavens hole
i suppose accomplished desires don't always lead to a hefty smile
i guess granted wishes deform into a life that is vile

I found my goldfish after a night of hanging around,
talking to God through his little eyes and how i mourned for the loss of my very best friend
He would tell me i was pretty through silence and guided me through troubles
in what seemed like simplistic and worthless oxygen bubbles

... and you are gone after a night of drinking around
and I am such a pathetic dreamer with but a desire to be found
I am such a lonely, such a lonely person and my best friend has drowned.