Left in a truck with all the Windows shut. Stuck myself in a garage with the music up. Start the car and wait watching, dioxide is the dependency im depending on to keep me from pretending to be happy. Deep breaths in, feeling the poisen seeping in, cutting deep within the life ive lived without. It screams as its torn out.

The town's stillness shakes me
It hold's memories of my pain
The night's cold air wakes me
as I call out for you in vain
All alone my will forsakes me
and I slowly grow insane
The old fight, then, retakes me
because the drugs still feel the same.

A man rode to town last night
but soon was drawn off course
Lost in woods out went his light
for wind did blow with force

He looked long without his sight
Far away came a glow
he made his way with all his might
and long his path did go

Thick brushwood put up a fight
but soon the path grew hot
the guide flew up to a height
the sun then took its spot

Pain is my friend
Ive seen him once,
Or maybe more
He comes often

Pain is my friend
He hurt me once,
Or maybe more
He hurts often

Pain is my friend
He was dad once,
Or maybe more
Hes dad often

Dad is my friend
He hurt me once,
He hurts me more
But dad is my friend