So many thoughts run through my head and I can't help but wonder all of these things:
Who you were
Who you are
Who you will become
Will I be there to know
Where you are
What you're doing
WHO you're doing
What may coarse through your veins...
weed, beer, coke oh thats for sure
but new things are what you like to do
heroin, ecstasy, straight up vodka...you're going to end up dead...are you already dead?!
I can't believe you ran away, it's been so long since you've been home
I'm so worried about you even though we don't talk anymore...
Are you under a bridge? Walking the streets? In someones bed? ...Or are you holding hands with the monster again?
Are you with Mike, Jesse, Tina or Rae? I never thought I'd see the day...
Where you would lose all hope, leave me completely behind, and cut the last strand on your rope.
It's official...you're shot at a normal life is over, just like you always wanted...but can't you see that running away doesn't change a damn thing?
Just go home! Do whatever your doing there...so at least we know you're alive!
The last thing I want is to be the only person at your funeral sober and have to speak on your behalf..after realizing I never really knew you...because in your mind you've always been alone