By Chris Mast


	Johnny's quite a guy, the only one I know

	who ever listened to me,

	he's the only one to show

	his true colors to me.

	I don't know where he

	came from,

	he just always seemed to be.

	He came whenever I needed, gave whatever I want

	he never, ever is joking, never puts up a front.

	
	I remember much,

	about that fateful night

	when my parents met their... end,

	without much of a fight.

	They couldn't help it really,

	they didn't have a choice.

	They were as quiet as a mime, 

	because Johnny cut out their voice.

	They brought it upon themselves really, they just were

	too concerned about me, while Johnny they just ignore.

	
	So Johnny made them listen, 

	made them finally see

	that someone else lived in the house,

	and not just only me.

	I sometimes sit and wonder why, 

	that when they met their doom,

	they say that they only saw me, 

	when Johnny was in the room.

	They acted like he wasn't there, 

	just like he didn't exist.

	They said they always saw me, 

	why Johnny did they miss?


	I still remember, clear as night  

	the first time Johnny came.

	To say I'd changed, was an understatement

	I never was the same.

	He seemed to make life clear at last, 

	the fog all fade away

	and for the first time in my life,

	I think that I saw day.

	I saw through all stupid crap 

	my parents made me do,

	and thanks to Johnny,

	thanks to him all that stuff is through.

	The visits to the doctor, 

	the "play sessions" with my dad.

	Johnny took those all away, 

	and made me once again glad.


	So now all that has gone away, and now I'm finally free

	to do whatever with my life whatever I so please.

	I'll climb the highest mountain, whatever I want to do.

	But Johnny, 

	I'll take you with me and see this whole thing through.

	What Johhny? What'd you say? It's time to see the end?

	Ok Johnny, I'll take the gun, and point it to my head 

	I'll do this because your my one true friend.