when i was nineteen i fled from the east.
i moved to colorado to escape the dope scene.
when i found out my sister was using, i was just fourteen.
my friends kept dying and my friends STILL keep dying
i came here to escape the dope scene,
i was just nineteen.

four years later, and ****** followed me.
now, i am twenty three
still in the rockies - wild, but not free.
i cant escape the dope scene
because it followed me.

my friend just died, someone that i loved.
(it was only a month ago, today, i miss him so much)
but life is a cycle and ****** followed me,
out to the mountains, my beautiful rockies.
someone i love, with so much potential,
she's been smoking dope and to her its now essential.

like the dead once said
the wheel keeps turning, you cant go back.
everything from this point on is a waiting game.

I'll finish this later.