I've seen the world, I've seen the lost souls.

I've tasted life and death and breathed with you on your death bed.

We're trying to get high, not die.

We've been lost for years now traveling on a broken beaten down path.

We didn't want to be another statistic that your learn about in school. 

We just wanted to be free, we just wanted to breathe and feel nothing rather than everything or something rather than nothing.

We wanted to move forward with out our hearts falling to our toes.

We didn't know, we were not aware of how very wrong we were.

Or maybe we weren't wrong, maybe we were completely right and approaching the situation so completely wrong.

We didn't ask for these decisions.

We wanted to accomplish and do and be.

Someone tell us it's not too late,

Someone show us the ******* escape.

I can't do this on my own, I can't do it without her. 

If only we could breathe with out the ******* drugs. 

We didn't want to be south side hood rats we didn't want to be thugs. 

We didn't play the game the game ******* played us.

This life has stolen everything

 from us. 

We can't even be chemically healthy enough to produce what we've been chasing.

Happiness.

Happiness.

What the hell is happiness anyways, what's the definition.

Our disposition is that we're addicts.

We aren't even chasing happiness anymore.

It started that way and now..

Now we're hallow and we can't function with out the ****.

When I first met her she was beautiful and blonde and soft and fresh faced.

Now her roots are out grown, her lips are cracked, and she wears dark circles with her dark eye shadow.

She's cracking.

I'm cracking.

We're ******* cracking.

I was in love with her, I cheated on her with **** so many times.

She wanted to feel it too.

Now here we are, sitting in the hospital room and the nurse is telling us about rehab facilities. 

Just tell us that it's not too ******* late,

That fate is real and this isn't ours.

Their telling us we can't leave together because recovery is selfish and love isn't a cause enough as a matter of fact it's quite the contrary.

Love will **** recovery.

Can recovery **** love.

Will it.

Will you be on the other side waiting after eight months.

Are you gonna make it.

I need to know that your gonna make it.

I can't do this with out her.

Tell us it's not too late.