When i walked through the halls   i used to see his face   he was always looking down   drenched with his discrace   his mother sold her body   his father was a drunk   i miss that guy named johnny   not the outside punk      ::chorus::   My friend johnny   he couldnt take the world   it faked him out   and pushed him down   untill it was a whirl   he never meant to hurt me   but what else could he do   he couldnt take the hell   that they put him through      right now i own his dog   he left it there for me   no one else would take him in    no one like johnny   he'd always be so smart   smarter than all the skaters   but when his brain wasnt at work   he was thinking about later      he told me once how he felt   how he couldnt deal with   the pain he was delt   if he was here   id hold his hand   so he couldnt leave me   ever again      ::chorus::      poor johnny   i loved him so much   he didnt deserve    the pain they pushed   i love you johnny   this was for you